Why does the start of NaBloPoMo have to coincide with my attention span in French class slipping to the point at which I need to spend most of my free time studying?
And also: why did my computer have to break down before the start of this semester so that I would have to use my dad's computer while he was in the next room talking to the woman he's cheating on his girlfriend with on the phone? What does that say for what stock I put in men when my own father cheats on his girlfriend?
My concentration is nil.
This sucks. I know it's not just me.
I already talked to him about cheating. I hate this! This is probably the number one reason I need to move out.
I'm not built for this. My heart hurts.
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Nothing terribly helpful to say, but I'm sorry about all of it...
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