#nooooooot

my dad, in new york: I made room for your stuff in the closet! me after opening closet and discovering that the amount of “room” would fit about four shirts: wow thanks dad

my dad in connecticut: I made room for your stuff in the closet here too! me: where?! my dad: right here! *throws open doors silence my dad: uhhhh.. the cleaning lady must have moved all the shit tons of stuff back in here because there is not even one hanger open for your stuff due to all my stepmom’s stuff me: yeah sure.

my stepmother: HONEEEEEEEEEEEEY my dad: WHAT my stepmother: WHERE’S THE BAG WITH ALL OF THE FOOD IN IT my dad: YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BRING IT (you idiot) my stepmother: shit

what else.... oh my stepmother’s cousin named Claire is maybe staying with us according to my dad, and definitely staying with us according to my stepmother, so I’m furious with my dad for lying.

I’m also furious that my mom has asked me not to discuss her wedding with either my stepmother or my dad. for starters I’ve already given them both basic information about it. so it’s a little too late. but my stepmother, fine. I’d rather not discuss it with her either so now I have a good excuse to stop answering questions. but it is incredibly unfair of her to ask me to stop discussing her life with my dad. at all. like she doesn’t want me to mention her ever anymore apparently. and that is just not fair. and I don’t know whether to tell her this or what the fuck to do anymore. I just want to not be here and to go back to school and move the fuck out and not have to deal with this anymore.

oh and my bed a. has disgusting stains on it and b. is covered in dog hair that poofs up whenever I put anything on it and like I’m sorry but no. you could at least clean the dog hair up.

I also can’t tell my dad the truth about anything ever because the truth is always ‘I’m unhappy with this’ or ‘I don’t like this’ because GUESS WHAT I HATE BEING HERE and whenever I get anywhere close to that he gets upset and I’m just like so done. Like last summer my stepmother moved all her stuff into my room so now it has her desk in it instead of mine and various other things like that and my dad just asked me if I liked my room with ‘a few more things in it’ and I didn’t even say no, I just said that I missed my desk that wasn’t in the room anymore and he got so fucking upset it would have been funny except that he is not a child and it was just annoying and sad.