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But for real, what the fck actually happened?

I was overly irritated by the time I got home. Can't say which annoyed me the most bit everything was definitely adding to my suffering.

I scoffed for like the fifth time in two minutes and reached for my phone. I needed to speak to someone or go mad.

It was that bad and the only person I could think of calling was my mom.

I waited for the call to connect but it didn't. It just kept ringing and ringing toll it stopped.

"Damn it!" I blurted. Sometimes I wonder if there's ever anything she does other than ignoring my calls.

Dad wasn't any different but I dialed his number just to fulfil all righteousness.

I raised the phone to my ear listening to beep tone.

"Tiffany," he called the moment the call connected.

It was new for him to pick his calls and so I was surprised.

"You picked," I told him.

"Of course I did, yiu are my baby. Tell me, how are you?"

I thought of the best way to describe how I was feeling and why I was feeling that way.