20 Mar A douche-sized headache.
This morning before I headed out the house, my dad walked up to me and asked me if I had a problem with being home.
Is this a REAL QUESTION? You think I’ve been staying out / crashing / gtfo-ing for no reason?
When I see him, I greet him out of respect like any normal, filial non-rude child would and he just ignores me. When he’s not ignoring me, he’s busying scolding me or telling me how incompetent I am. THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! Leave me the hell alone la srsly. You can’t stand the sight of me and yet when I go out of my way to get out of shooting range, you get pissed off. Where is the logic, IRDGI.
Shitty parenting makes for shitty children. That is all. Just sayin’.