just had a major shoutout with my dad. in a really foul mood now. i hate these shoutouts, its not that i want them, who wants them?! but there comes a time where you really need to take a stand and express your discomfort.
my dad is just too tactless. he does not know his limit to his 'jokes' or that are what he calls them. besides, the jokes are always at somebody's expense. this time, it is on me.
if you dare say, endure, i have endured it for bleeding 2 days. he doesnt just tell one person, he tells everyone which also includes strangers. to add it all up, he asked me for my sister's overseas number just to bitch about me and my lack of conscience or 'heart' which he keeps on repeating.
if the lack of conscience or 'heart' is the characteristics of a bastard. Ultimately, i hope my dad knows that he created one, literally.
some people just always think they are winners.
at making people frustrated over the countless frustration that one already have, my dad is the champion.
