You know that feeling of not being welcome in your own home? I'm starting to feel like my father resents my presence, which has been (admittedly) very constant the past few days (as in the last time I left the house was Monday for the doctor's appointment). But, what? I mean, seriously. I can't even stay downstairs with him for more than two minutes before I start to get the "vibes." The "I don't want you here" vibes. The "I don't want to talk, so you'd better not open your mouth" vibes. And I just sit there like "What the fuck? What'd I do?"
It's interesting how when other people are mad, they seem to find that innate ability to push me out of places where I should have every right to be. I never do this. Because I'm weak. I'm always the one who retreats and it makes me so fucking angry. *punches things* I should be able to sit in the living room and yell at the Law and Order people on the screen without feeling like I'm some sort of leper. I live here, too... right?
So, I'd really love to talk to somebody who doesn't hate my guts right now, but I guess that's out of the question. Seeing as everyone bloody hates me. Stupid, fuck-up that I am, even when I don't know what I did.
What Character from "Good Omens" are you?
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