my dad's too sick to go, and something tells me that my mom is going to regretfully tell me that camping isn't an option. fuck.
i want to scream, but there's no one to scream at! and to make everything a hundred times worse, i'm stuck at home with my dad.
i'm so mad, but there's nothing to be mad AT. it's not my dad's fault that he's sick, and i can't blame my mom for not wanting to go camping essencially by herself (i'll be gone for two days out off a fourish day trip). but FUCK!!!
i'm crying. that's how upsetting this is. i NEED this trip...and everything was going perfectly until yesterday. that's when 'the fates' decided to conspire against me.
i'm so tired...i was up til four, and it's only eleven...i need sleep, but as soon as i put my head down, i start thinking, and that only makes me more upset.
i need something/one to be mad at...would you like to be my verbal punching bag?