In other, highly shocking news, I hate my father. I’m never allowed to have my own fucking problems without hearing “welcome to my world” and bitching about his problems. 

Newsflash, asshole, my problems are because of you! If you weren’t abusive I wouldn’t be as fucked up as I am now! If you weren’t a useless drunk I wouldn’t’ve had to give up on everything I ever wanted. I don’t give a fuck that you did one thing two weeks ago, I’m picking up after you, doing your laundry, cooking your meals, fetching and carrying for you and literally everyone else in this house and I swear to god if people don’t start treating me with a little respect I’m going to lose my goddamn mind!

Fuck you, asshole! You ruined my life! If I want to complain about the fact that I can’t even have half a pot of coffee to myself I’m gonna fucking complain and you can shut your goddamn mouth because literally no one cares that your friends don’t listen to you. NO ONE listens to me. No one respects me. No one even thinks about what I need or want or do until I crash and the dishes pile up and I don’t move for 18 hours at a time. Eat a dick, dad.