Oh the delightfullness of a fight, on a thread for people to talk about there emotions. Please just ignore it, and maybe we can actually get somewhere. But I'm not saying that Camille shouldn't have done it.

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There really isn't a point in arguing. All we're going to get are belligerent GIFs.

No, I LIKE running, but he thinks I should have a goal or not go running at all.

Yes, because I have a sense of humor. Maybe you should get one, they're on sale at WalMart.

Why can't you ignore, goody two shoes?
My grandmother is practically deaf, she wouldn't hear me anyway. She's very passive, she wouldn't care. And my other one is dead, so yeah.
I don't think my parents care that much.

Neither do you.

Jesus Christ, now I know why I left.

I said, UNDER 10.

I can't effing believe my dad...
He 's banning me from Facebook because he saw one of my friends like a photo with the 'f' word. I had my News Feed open, and of course, being the nosy git he is, he looked at it when I was away from the room. He wanted me to tell her be careful of what she likes because that action would be on my News Feed, and I refused, since it is entirely her right to do so. He wanted me to defriend her...but why?
I never thought of my parents as overprotective, and they aren't on safety matters. But they are on this aspect.
For once, I wish I lived in a big, busy family.
I planned to de-friend her and befriend her again (on FB, I mean), with a message of why I de-friended her at the first place. I guess I've got to keep my Facebook shut in front of my father.
Oh, and he said that if I don't feel uncomfortable when someone swears in front of me, he'd start controlling who I'm going to be friends with.

Lauren: Explain to him that you understand that swearing is bad, and that people only swear because they don't know what else to say. You know your dad best.

I already said that it's not me, or my friend who said a swearword that appeared on my News Feed, to him. He wants her not to like anything with a swearword in it. I've said to him that the main point of that picture wasn't the swearword, it could as well be 'damn it' instead of 'eff it'.

I made excuses. I rushed off to the bathroom. I stood up tall, looked myself straight in the eye in the mirror.
I started crying.
It's not like I'm any prettier when I cry either. My lip curls and my teeth stick out and they're all yellow and my face turns purply red.
Still crying, I blow my nose. I splash water in my face, dry it and look in the mirror.
I'm crying again.
Blow nose.
Water.
Dry.
Stand straight.
Leave the bathroom.
Come back to rehearsal, where everyone but me is happily dancing. Reside back to table of solitude. Cradle knees to chest. Wish rehearsal was over and wonder why I'm such a failure.