[Espy]

Hey Dad.

...Gee, thanks.

I call you because it's near midnight, you ask about test scores, and I honestly tell you I got a 77...YOU THINK I'M FUCKING LOOKING FOR A LECTURE?!
As if my night's not fucking messed up already.

I mean, fine, I guess I could thank you for not yelling or anything, but that really calm and disapproving tone's just about as fucking bad.
And you don't see how I dropped my voice to a monotone...do you not realize I'm pissed off?

...Fuck this. I'm going to sleep. Thanks to you, I'm adding another day into my newly-formed bad habit of getting up early in the mornings to do homework.

-Espy.