I'm so tired of my father. I was finally cheered up from our previous fight when he barged into my room and demanded I stop talking to Care Bear and go speak to "your mother and I" immediately. We had another yelling fight... It's hard not to hate him.
At least mom understands.
Anyway... I've got a pile of tissues, my favourite sad song (The Hill from the movie Once, which I have never seen, but really want to) on repeat, mom getting me something to drink and comforting me, and Poseidon, Care Bear, and Cookie all comforting me. I'm extremely thankful that I have them... I don't know if I could survive without them.
-Persephone
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