Ok this morning I asked my mom if she would be tell my dad that we needed more ink for the printer because I needed to print out few things for an oral report in History. That being done, I went downstairs and fell aleep on the couch. When I woke up my dad was yelling at me, saying I waited to the last minute and I shoulda done this before. I was really pissed because it was the sons he thinks are so fucking perfect who pent all Thanksgiving holidays on the compputer and by the time I was able to get on there wa no ink left. And he ha the fucking nerve to yell at me? I wanted to hit him. I'm so sick of him treating me like shit because I'm the only girl in the house. If the living room in't clean, I'm the one who gets blamed. And my mom doesn't help. She says that I should have to clean because I'm a girl. What year does she think this is? My dad's being a fucking prick and she's part of the problem. And she's always on my ass to do something girly. I like comic books and my favorite shows are anything Marvel related. But she keeps buying me these ugly fucking clothes and won't give me money to buy anything for myself. I hate my parents so much... grrr......
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Thanks for listening to my ranting
