only way i can "speak up" to my parents.

talk in my head

dad: jena!!!

me: yeah..?

dad: get me rubber gloves

me: where

dad: look for them!

me in mind: thanks for telling me where...

*five minutes later*

me: *found some but their dirty af* here

dad: *looks at them and slams them to ground*

me in mind: oh yay thanks for making me look and pick up gross ass gloves for nothing.

dad: im not trying to take it out on you but im really frustrated.

me: mmhm *walks back downstairs*

*later*

dad: *notices im pissed off* whats wrong.

me in brain: oh you know just having to deal with a yelling adult slapping a child with a belt because he flushed a toy down the toilet while i have a phobia of yelling and i panic when i hear it. yeah im perfectly ok cause you totally should know this but you some how don't.

me: I'm fine.... i just left my charger at bev's house

me in mind: so now i have to use one that barely works.

dad:..... i'll drop you off tomarrow so you can get it. tell me when you're hungry so i can show you how to make a quesodia.

me in mind: yeah my apitite totally hasnt been on the frits because of my period and the fact that i had a snack over a hlur ago. and cause i really feel like standing up to make my own food cause im not tired as shit and about to cry from the panic

me: ok..

me in mind: probably never going to happen.