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I am 18.
Im 19 this year in fact.
And my dad treats me like an 8 year old.
Can you imagine how FUCKING frustrating that is.
Now all you wonderful people know me.I dont rant unless I mean it.I dont get angry unless I mean it.
And god help me,I mean it.
For me to get angry at him,to actually start to HATE him after living with this bastard and his temper for 18 years is a biiig thing.
I cant imagine what the fuck is wrong with this man.
Let me draw you a picture.
My exams ended last thursday,I was planning to head home on Saturday,just rest my brain for a day.No biggie.
Coincidentally my phone dies with my charger MIA.So I cant call my parents.I thought,"1 day,whats the big deal"
My fucking mistake.
I was sleeping, and the next thing I know my dad burst into my room YELLING and throwing bastards at me left right and centre.I thought someone had DIED.
Nope,he was yelling cos I didnt call.
He was yelling because I DIDNT FUCKING CALL!
WTF!
So okay,I apologized,my bad,no biggie.
He still goes ballistic,and I get this 5 hour long yell-at-me-fest.Apparently everything I am is wrong.
Yeap,my dad doesnt like the person I am,so yea,I MUST be a bastard.
We get home,he's still yelling btw and all shit breaks loose.
Now we get to the good part
Yesterday night we went to the temple,I had better things to do,but what the hell.
My dad tried to release the EBIL EBIL SPIRITS THAT HAVE INFECTED MY BRAIN!
WOW!
He called the priest to do an exorcism on me,to free the bad spirits that have apparently holed up in my brain.
My nite didnt end there,nosiree.
Next we went to see my uncle.
Rich bastard.
He has the balls to get all holier than thou on me and actually tried to prove to me that the person I am,that my very person is wrong.
Asshole.
GRADE A ASSHOLE!
AGHHHH!!
And here we are.
My last 3 days,all packaged neatly for you.
So yea,fuck you you hypocritical self-absorbed,close minded son of a bitch.
I hate your fucking guts.
Form now on,all you are useful for is money.
Im 19 this year in fact.
And my dad treats me like an 8 year old.
Can you imagine how FUCKING frustrating that is.
Now all you wonderful people know me.I dont rant unless I mean it.I dont get angry unless I mean it.
And god help me,I mean it.
For me to get angry at him,to actually start to HATE him after living with this bastard and his temper for 18 years is a biiig thing.
I cant imagine what the fuck is wrong with this man.
Let me draw you a picture.
My exams ended last thursday,I was planning to head home on Saturday,just rest my brain for a day.No biggie.
Coincidentally my phone dies with my charger MIA.So I cant call my parents.I thought,"1 day,whats the big deal"
My fucking mistake.
I was sleeping, and the next thing I know my dad burst into my room YELLING and throwing bastards at me left right and centre.I thought someone had DIED.
Nope,he was yelling cos I didnt call.
He was yelling because I DIDNT FUCKING CALL!
WTF!
So okay,I apologized,my bad,no biggie.
He still goes ballistic,and I get this 5 hour long yell-at-me-fest.Apparently everything I am is wrong.
Yeap,my dad doesnt like the person I am,so yea,I MUST be a bastard.
We get home,he's still yelling btw and all shit breaks loose.
Now we get to the good part
Yesterday night we went to the temple,I had better things to do,but what the hell.
My dad tried to release the EBIL EBIL SPIRITS THAT HAVE INFECTED MY BRAIN!
WOW!
He called the priest to do an exorcism on me,to free the bad spirits that have apparently holed up in my brain.
My nite didnt end there,nosiree.
Next we went to see my uncle.
Rich bastard.
He has the balls to get all holier than thou on me and actually tried to prove to me that the person I am,that my very person is wrong.
Asshole.
GRADE A ASSHOLE!
AGHHHH!!
And here we are.
My last 3 days,all packaged neatly for you.
So yea,fuck you you hypocritical self-absorbed,close minded son of a bitch.
I hate your fucking guts.
Form now on,all you are useful for is money.