Mostly I hate my dad, he's a worthless joke. Most of you know I am really sick, and haven't been able to get up and about lately. I was kept up all night by my sickness, and only began to sleep in the early morning. The phone kept ringing, the dogs were barking, and my dad wasn't getting up to tend to either. He thinks he's the one that deserves all the sleep and he is the one in pain...worthless jerk
scream He doesn't even have the capacity to get me a glass of water when i'm throwing up. If I slit my wrists and he walked in, he would ask me to take the dirty cans out of my room, then b***h about how I do nothing to help around the house. I do more than you a*****e -_- but yeah, so i got up (almost falling over multiple times doing so) and stumbled downstairs. My dads loser friend was drunk, and pounding against the door. I opened it and told him to go away, afraid he was gonig to rape me. Luckily, he did, but he kept calling asking if my dad was awake. I tried to calm down by watching a movie, but nooo...every thirty seconds the phone would ring from the same drunk guy, and my dad kept sleeping. Now i'm close to tears with frustration, and then he bitches me out for ignoring him when I go to ask him when we'd be going to pick up my mate, and he goes on for thirty minutes...making something 'clear' when he got the friggen point across about thirty minutes before
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