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truly wondering why I come home on weekends. Actually wondering at the sanity of my father. Yesterday was his b-day which is why I came home last night. But he wasn't home and he didn't even wait for me to be present to open his presents. NOw he's telling me to do my laundry this moment which I'm not doing cuz I haven't decided what to wear for the day. That makes much more sense in my head than elsewhere. Also Heather is here which confuses me since one week their broken up and want nothing to do w/ each then the next she's here. She... Is it bad that I wish she would have a miscarriage or abortion? Somehow I think the situation allows me to think that way. I don't know. It isn't my problem.