My dad is such a fucking faget, seriously. I JUST WALKED THROUGH THE GODDAMN DOOR. I've been on my feet all fucking morning and afternoon and as soon as I sit down he starts hysterically ringing the fucking doorbell for me to come downstairs and bring shit up. Dumb motherfucker. And you want to know how many bags were down there? 2 FUCKING BAGS. I want to kick him in the fucking face.

I swear to god, the day I move out of here, they won't know where the fuck I'm going or whether I'm dead or alive. I'm cutting my parents off.