After my mom pick me you at school she tell me in the parking lot that my dad Is going to do it over again. Which I am dreading, so right now in my head I am cursing out my brain because tomorrow the highway. WTF! I understand why my dad is doing this, but he should have thought of that when I was in high school will to learn how to drive because I was 16 years old. Did teach me then oh no he is teaching me now because then he said, "No! study, no car." Is it my fault that my dad said no to teaching how to drive when I was 16? Now, he is teaching me which one part of me is like WTF and the other of me is like be calm don't cry, scream, or get pissed off at him. He is my dad.
Oh and the car it is trigger friendly. I feel like this car will get me in an accident and get to see the big man in the white cloud. I mean I only tiny bit tap the gas and it accelerate. Then my dad yell and point out what is wrong with my driving. Also, my dad point out what wrong with my parking. I know the car is park in a slight curve, when it suppose to be straight and that I left the light blinker on. I won't left it on if he had not yell at me to get out of the car. I just want to .... Breathe...123 breathe. Well, I hope that I survive tomorrow.