So I’m still sick. I can talk or my throat hurts, my eyes are watery, my wisdom teeth hurt, my ears pop, and my nose is stuffy. I have a fever I know because my lips feel swollen and my chest hurts. So I went to class this morning and to go edit on my movie before coming home and met with one of my professors about the Spring Break trip to LA that he’s planning with some students for us to visit the movie studios, go to a TV taping (”Back To You” with Kelsey Grammar) and different stuff and I found out that I have to have $506 before November 16th to pay for the plane ticket.

So right then, I knew I wouldn’t be able to go because there’s no way. So I’m fine with it, until I’m sitting in the lab hearing my friends talk about how they begged their mom and dad for money because it meant so much to them and that’s when I got a little pissed off. I wasn’t mad at my friends or my mom…. but my sperm donor.

Why my sperm donor? Well, I like to blame him for everything that’s gone wrong in my life but this…. yes, this is his fault. I’ve always felt like it was my fault because I never had that “Mommy and Daddy” thing, you know? He’s never been there for me, never supported me, owes me thousands of dollars in back child support, and I don’t care if I am 27 years old… I’m still his daughter, you know? He helped bring me into this world and it’s not all my Mom’s responsibility. So I was going to call him tonight, but I’m going to wait until tomorrow night because I feel like utter crap.

Is it wrong of me to want to call him and ask him to step up and be the father he never was and help me out with something that I really, really want and if not, then there’s always court?

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