I'm so frustrated with my dad right now.
I seen my boyfriend ONCE since school started and our schedules are a bit insane.
I was with him last night and as I was leaving, I KNOW my dad heard us talking about hanging out Friday and Saturday.
Then today he turns around and goes "Don't make any plans for this weekend. You're grandmother has an operation."
How fucking long did you know about this operation?
Why was I the LAST to know.
And now it has totally fucked up my weekend.
Why does MY social life have to suffer because of things like this.
I used to be so patient about it, but now it's gotten to the point where I cannot deal with it anymore. It happens all the time and I need an escape.
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Super cool.