I’m so pissed at Joanna. First Courtney, now her. I love them both but it makes my blood boil when people make me look like an idiot and it isn’t even my fault. Seriously, why can’t people just stay the fuck out of my business and not intervene. If someone needs your help, they’d ask you for it. Just thinking about it is enough to put me in crappy mood.

Got my hair cut at this other salon because my mom has a thing against Salon & Spa for no reason, and the lady made my hair hella blunt. I wanted even more layers but I told her it was fine before she destroyed even more of my hair.

And apparently, according to my parents, getting my hair dyed would mean that I will want to get piercings and tattoos later in life, that people with dyed hair are shallow and have bad grades (then again… this did come from the same people that said “Indians are racists”), and that I have an “internal problem” for wanting to change my hair. The sad part? I’m not even exaggerating.

From now on I’m just going to trust myself and not let anyone in on anything. Seriously. Because they’ll just end up fucking up things for me. And I wish my parents would just shut up about grades and school work. I swear, they can’t see anything past being nerdy and getting straight A’s and being #1 in math and their daily lectures about working hard in school are seriously starting to piss me off.

My brother calls them idiots and tells them to shut up all the time. But nope, when I try to convince them to see things my way, providing reasonable feedback and holding a decent debate, my dad immediately jumps the gun and starts throwing water bottles everywhere saying that I’m not respectful.

And all my mom does is mope around, over-reacting over a piece of dirt on the ground, and bitching about how much her life sucks.

Everything’s going to shit.

This has seriously got to be the most pissed and the most honest I’ve been in a while. It’s so true that your true self and your true feelings show only when you’re angry. Anytime else we’re just fake, to others and ourselves.

Okay I’m done.