I forgot how much I fucking love it here.
We're all problematic children in some sense, but, my god. Allow me to paint you a picture. Two hours before, a guy there, about my age, had some substance abuse problems, decided to flick a bead at this girl's face. This girl is an immature, bratty loudmouth whose older than the both of us. She chases him around the room. No, no, I'm getting to the part. Later on, she decides it's a good idea to (read carefully) paint a piece of construction paper with rubber cement and smack it onto the back of his head. Needless to say, he got angry, ripped it off (ow) and smacked it on the top of her hair, much to her protest. She then proceeded, although they were both now even, to punch him in his face, to which he almost wrecked her.
Totally fair trade, right?
Heh. Made my day. Life's pretty good. Talking about my father wasn't what I wanted to do today but... It's better than holding it all in. Hopefully things get better.
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