five fucking hours...

for the past five, well six now, hours, my dad has done nothing but trauma dump, rant, and waffle. I haven't seen him for a couple weeks so he's getting out all of his pent up waffling out. i have such a bad migraine, I suppressed several meltdowns, and all i want to do tomorrow is go home and stay home the entire day until monday. i just need to be alone so bad right now, like my social battery and will to leave need to charge over the weekend.

literally, he's done nothing but talk. and when I made it clear that I wanted to go to bed he comes in and starts reorganizing every single thing in my room because the house is getting sold. like, I want to go to fucking bed. my head hurts so bad. I'm so fucking tired.