seven days, seven days, keep telling yourself, seven days

I have not been home to do anything but change my clothes and shower in five days, four nights and I only bumped into my dad one time. After a slight conversation he succeed in telling me that I am a failure. So I asked what I failed to do. He told me not to be smart with him. I asked him to stop being stupid with me and scrambled to make that sound less insulting, it did not work. I was told to get out of his sight, so I did, but I really do not feel like moving out a week before leaving because I need to do laundry, pack, and I want a place to stay on the weekends if I feel like visiting Flint. Also I am a fan of free health insurance and not paying any of my medical bills. Shity. I have to go apologize now, run some bullshit about not feeling like myself, tell him I will try harder, and basically pretend that I am not a "failure" (not that I think I am, my idea of success is just way different). Then I just have to ride out the week practicing super avoidance skills, and I will be home free. Or rather away-from-home free. Parting is such sweet sorrow, minus the sorrow.