Dottore: Vent-ish post.
Mar. 28th, 2024 02:24 pmTW: slight mentions of yelling, verbal abuse, shitty father.
Havoc was wreaked in science. Not even two minutes after the class began, our teacher was yelling (louder than he had ever yelled at the class before) and slammed the door. I started crying. I had a mini-breakdown. It just reminded me of Max's father and, in truth, my own. It made me feel.. Small. Which is a feeling I absolutely despise.
I'm mostly fine now, just, eugh. I want to talk to my wife, but I won't have my phone for another 10 or so minutes. I cant wait to get home. I'll probably make myself some food, and lay in bed all afternoon. I could certainly use the rest.
That's all for now.
Havoc was wreaked in science. Not even two minutes after the class began, our teacher was yelling (louder than he had ever yelled at the class before) and slammed the door. I started crying. I had a mini-breakdown. It just reminded me of Max's father and, in truth, my own. It made me feel.. Small. Which is a feeling I absolutely despise.
I'm mostly fine now, just, eugh. I want to talk to my wife, but I won't have my phone for another 10 or so minutes. I cant wait to get home. I'll probably make myself some food, and lay in bed all afternoon. I could certainly use the rest.
That's all for now.