you know that time when your dad waited three hours at the dmv to get you a special license plate and comes home with the one you hate the most?
i feel so bad. i got upset about it. he was so nice to do that for me but i hate the one he picked. i gave him four options and they were all out of them. i get it. but i’m still upset.
i’m not upset at him, just the outcome. it’s not his fault. but, yes, it is. he could have called me. but goddamn it, why does it matter? why am i so spoiled?
but holy shit, every member in my family got to pick out their specific plate. i picked four that i liked.
i feel beyond stupid about this. and now i am upset for having got upset. he did a good thing for me. although, not perfectly.
it’s like he got a 100 on the test but then got 30 points off for spelling errors. and i’m the bitch teacher.
