I have to turn on my semi-automatic peppiness to write today, a number of things happened this monday and I am just not having it. if you want to know what happened just skip to the bottom of this post. I ended up not writing the thing that I wanted to write and ended up venting instead, not sorry. (please realize there is no physical abuse in this writing) Last night is where most of the story begins; lets just say last night was kinda tense, lots of loud music and lots of hiding in my room, I wasn't the reason for anything loud that happened, but it was best that I was an entire floor away in my opinion, so things kinda worked themselves out last night, I got and apology for all the loud things and I finished my chores and headed to bed and all day this day I was waiting for monday, so I could de-stress, go to school, come home do my chores and then play some Skyrim, Skyrim was going to be the highlight of tomorrow! Due to certain circumstances that doesn't seem to be realistic now. So, what happened this monday morning was; I got up slowly, like a nice slowly, was on my phone for a bit then got up to get dressed. My everyday shirt was missing this morning, so in defeat I put on my sisters hand-me-down Toon Link Shirt, completed with Nintendo written across my chest, it's uncomfortable around my neck and arms, I prefer comfortable tank tops with sarcastic white words and no real advertisement for huge companies for a reason, not to mention I put on a normal bra today instead of my regular sports bra. So, I am in a normal bra, scratchy T-shirt, sweat pants, with my normal jewelry on, n I'm like, "Fine Ill put up with this, I have pretty good patience." So I go upstairs to the bathroom and think, "Hey, I'm in a good mood," so I decided to put on some GENITALL LIP COLOR NYC 400 ExtraordiBERRY, Nice color, I love it, I'm feeling good, put on some brown Under Eyeliner and mascara, then curling it, and some cover up on some problem spots on my face. Something happened... ...and My step-dad is nudging open the door, and I was genuinely shocked, to be honest I think most of the reason I was in a good mood was because I thought he left last night, Sunday, li-KE HE ALWAYS DOES! My world scratch-stopped just then. He's in a good mood tho, so I try to get my world to spin before he notices anything I put on my fake prep that seems to fool everyone and he accepts it and heads down to read a book like old persons do, I finish my makeup and think, "nah this is fine, he might just leave at some point," so I finish my T-Shirt, Sweat pant combo completed with a huge sweater like hoodie and unnecessary make up, so I head downstairs, get into what I thought was a little friendly jest at mom for not noticing my makeup right away, my step-dad gets upset for some reason telling me to drop it, a little salty... I let it pass, take my pills and I am about to leave and at the door my mom says, "I wont be home when you get back(work as usual), but Step-dad will be," I am halfway out of the door as she says this, she closes the door with her goodbyes I mumble mine and I look like I froze on the door step, but believe me it was a STRONG grimace. Because my step-dad is going to be home, that means only chores, and no break, so sitting down! I know it sounds ridiculous and it IS! ALSO he's home... so not I cant reunite myself with SKYRIM! I think about the Skyrim thing and how I am now limited to the things I do at home till he leaves and I have an infinite reason to be pissed, I know it's childish, but LET ME BE A CHILD for the love of god, like, Will Graham(spellscheckdidnthelp), I dig moats and moats and moats and in the center is a bunker I go to whenever I want, but specifically the weekend, because it's raining flame and time bombs and if I leave the safety of my bunker, I'm screwed, I have no problem with the noise outside of my bunker, its better than being out there. With no handle on the outside of the Bunker and no code I have locked myself in and it is going to take more then dynamite to get me out, but in that damn bunker is my quiet undisturbed mind palace so on a monday morning, when I am planning on getting out and letting my guard down, and I hear someone knocking on my bunker door with a time-bomb noiselessly ticking under their arm, annoyingly, ruining my plans for peace and quiet, I will quietly fume with annoyance. But. I. Will. Wait. And I DAMN well will preserve myself till this storm is over.
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