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Not My Party; Totally Going to End Up Crying Anyway.
Oh, god. I'm heading for Alex in less than three hours. I don't want to go.
I really don't want to see my dad.
Fuck. I've never prayed for a car accident before, but hey, that last one wasn't so bad, was it? I would totally take some more facial scarring in exchange for not seeing Dad.
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Amber and Jesse miss this damn party more often than not; why can't I skip it just this one year? But, nooo, it's all "Christina, your Papa Frank won't be around much longer" and "Christina, I think you have to go to the party".
This is going to end in tears. Tears, and public humiliation for me.
I'm totally just going to the party and then making a break for it. I'll stop and see Mom before the exodus, but I'm not even going to the house to get my mail.
I really don't want to see my dad.
Fuck. I've never prayed for a car accident before, but hey, that last one wasn't so bad, was it? I would totally take some more facial scarring in exchange for not seeing Dad.
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Amber and Jesse miss this damn party more often than not; why can't I skip it just this one year? But, nooo, it's all "Christina, your Papa Frank won't be around much longer" and "Christina, I think you have to go to the party".
This is going to end in tears. Tears, and public humiliation for me.
I'm totally just going to the party and then making a break for it. I'll stop and see Mom before the exodus, but I'm not even going to the house to get my mail.