My dad isn't speaking to me anymore. I'm not even sure why. I know the main cause is that I was too sick on Friday to tutor his friend's daughter, (which I didn't want to do in the first place, but he promised his friend I would, so I tried to ignore the social phobia, and I worked with her all week, except Friday) but that's not bad enough to not talk to me for three days, right? Ugh, he hates me.
It usually doesn't take people 25 years to figure out that I suck, though. FG only needed two months, and he didn't even see me during the second one.
Meanwhile, everything is depressing me. Even Panic. And that's usually the only thing that can cheer me up. *sigh*
I need hugs. :(