Just because I wanted to go to Newfoundland. I'm sorry if that' such a huge deal. It wasn't a huge deal two days ago when you were in a good mood. I'm sorry that I want to go, really, really badly. I haven't been there since I was 7, and that is a hella long time. I like it there. I have relatives there, and Newfoundland is such a nice place. I would've asked if I didn't already think you had given me the okay. You didn't say two weeks was too long two days ago. You said, and I quote, "Well, I don't want you to give up Newfoundland for Fantasy Island, that's silly!" and I was like, "Yeah, but I don't want to go for two weeks anyways, so it doesn't matter." So then today, you do not get to tell me that two weeks is "too long" and get all upset. You. do. not. I don't care how much of an asshole Joe was to pretty much kick us out of his house just because Breanne was coming, that doesn't mean you get to take it out on me. Besides, I already said, like five hundred times, that I DO NOT WANT TO GO FOR TWO WEEKS! So don't whine about it. I don't want to miss Fantasy Island, I don't want to miss Toronto, or registration, or Jimmy's birthday, or any of it. And Dad. FUCK YOU for lying to me. FUCK YOU FOR LYING TO ME ABOUT THIS DON'T YOU EVEN FUCKING GET IT?! DON'T JUST TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO HEAR! FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU NOW SHE HAS THE TICKETS BOOKED AND I AM FUCKED. SO FUCK YOU I HATE YOU FOR LYING TO ME You just had to say you would call her. And now it's too late. And now I have to go for two weeks, and I don't want to go for two weeks, and FUCK YOU.