cherry on top

and just to be scolded by my father who just got home, saying "that's just how I am." really? Dad. Really? That's just how I am. You weren't there. I took a chance right now, to open up to you and basically kinda vent. But no...i'm left once again in tears. I'm upset and crying once again at this stupid problem that took place hours ago that i've been trying to forget...or maybe not so helpful, drink away that problem. Though...here I am, just crying again over it. It seems like a daily battle just keeping my emotions in check and not becoming "overly" involved, or making sure a "chord" doesn't get struck within me and the water works just happen. Because that has happend. I repress, or just don't get a chance to work out what is happening to me so it gets released during other times, almost uncontrollably so. Ugh.