So I thought I would feel better once I got home.

Nope, not true.

My dad was picking on me today, like he does, and usually I am fine with it. Today, I just broke. I couldn't stop crying for an hour. It was ridiculous.

I contemplated telling Erik about it, but really, he's not going to say anything useful.

I srsly doubt anyone is.

Guhhh.

I feel bad.