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i thought i had problems before...yesterday i got home and my room had been utterly destroyed, torn apart an searched. my dad took it upon himself to see what ive been doing in my spare time by destroying my room. i said many things to him. fuck you, you have no right, this was the last straw, i have no sanity left, im gonna call the fucking cops. yeh i did the last thing and they souldnt do anything as long as it was just an argument. its shit. whatever. i cant handle this bullshit anymore. i wish i had something happy to post sometime, but in this lifetime i dont think that im gonna have anything happy to post.