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Today I finally got around starting doing something to my new fabric. I started making a nice-cut t-shirt with my gorgeous fabric. I thought about how to start it. How to cut. Shape of sleeves. Lengths and measurements all around.
I was to proud of myself when I had it pinned and cut and it fitted. I started sewing. Everything went to smooth sailing and I was actually proud of myself during these past few days. I anticipated showing the end result to my father

And when he comes home I'm starting to hem the sleeves. And he asks what I'm making and I say Tshirt and he is SO DISAPPOINTED BECAUSE HE IMAGINES THE SHIRT TO BE WORM BY AUNTIES AND THERE'LL BE THREE BULGES WHICH SHOW THROUGH AKA BOOBS AND TUMMY AND HE SIGHS IN DISAPPOINTMENT EXPECTING ME TO DO SOME HAUTE COUTURE DRESS

Im like.
In such a small accomplishment I felt proud of myself for the first time in a while and he comes into the room and he disappoints himself and

Man he didn't even see how the shirt draped on me. It draped nicely. The sleeves the best

UGH MY GOD, THE WORST PART WAS THAT after he left I was so pissed and angry I lost all the zeno ha the whole day, AND I COULDN'T EVEN SEW TEN STITCHES RIGHT WITHOUT FLYING INTO A RAGE FIT so I stomped out and turned the aircon on and stripped and lied open in the cold and I put my sweaty shirt on my face while I whined for 15 minutes

I felt better after that so I went to have dinner with my father.

I didn't say much during the dinner omg. I can feel my introvert coming out. Anyway. I told my father about my probable depression.

Back to the terrible parenting period



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It's been about 5 hours my hair dye's been in my head I think I'll go bathe after I get my sleeve hemming right >:C