It's almost 3AM. And I just got into a little tiff with my dad.

It wasn't all that "little" though, since it left him mad angry at me, and me mad angry at him. I cried, and he was saying something sarcastic about it, something that he had said over and over everytime he managed to reduce me to tears that it got on my nerves really bad this time.

So I shot back, through my tears, "It's me who's crying, why'd you care so much about that? It's not you who's crying" because he implied something along the lines that money holds much more importance over everything else.

Then he shouted at me in the car to shut up. And so I did.

Maybe I shouldn't have said that since he's my father, and I'm supposed to show him respect and all that crap, but I really couldn't take it anymore at that point.

I don't know what's wrong with me. *bites lips*

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