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rubyyaI love my dad, but sometimes he thinks that if he has to be miserable, we have to be miserable as well. Like, no, I don't want to go have dinner and Saba and Sapta's with my cousin who I have nothing in common with. It's boring and I actually have to be polite. If I feel horrible, I'd rather be horrible in the safety of my room than with other people trying to talk to me. Bleh. So now he's mad at me because I don't want to go. I'll see my cousin some other time this wee, I don't need to go now.
