I don't want to sound arrogant,or rebellious or unthankfull or anything like that... but i have got to speak the truth plain and simple.And my father is ****ing IRRITATING .And here's my top 5 reasons why:
-He wants me to think like him
-He always comes into my room
-He always talks about my ...flipping underwear
-He always talks to me about getting girls
-He always orders me around ,ALWAYS
What the **** is this? Why the hell would i want to talk to him about girls? Who the heck does he think he is,my friend? teen friend? He is not my flipping peer.He is being an idiot.It is one of the most embarrassing **** he does.Right behind talking about my underwear.Just what the **** does my underwear got to do with him? omg wash my balls seriously? That is one of the most ****ed up **** i have ever heard.
Why does he always have to walk into my ****ing room? What must he check up on? They talk **** in the sitting room all day so obviously i will close the door.Who wants to be seen using their computer anyway? He just ****ing walks in here like there are drugs hidden.Talking anything that comes to his head telling me what to do.
Speaking of telling me what to do.He is an absolute lazy ass.Whatever ok? He goes to work.He's a cop.Works in the court arresting convicted people.He trims the trees.Is that the ****ing best you've got? Those same damn trees he trims.He'll always call me to come pickup the damn leaves.Imagine having to rake up ,pickup and throw stacks and stacks of leaves (they often have pricks) .Omg i have been getting ordered around for as long as i can remember.I AM A SLAVE HERE.Whenever i bring this up in the slightest of tension.I get the usual brag:
"We give you food"
"We give you bed"
Bla bla i am sure you know how it goes.OMG that's what they are supposed to do as parents! It doesn't mean that,just because i live decently.I am supposed to pay for it because i'm a slave attached by blood.What the hell man.He will shout for me even when something is infront of him.The remote man,the ****ing remote.It's not that far.The kitchen surely also isn't.
Do this do that,i am sick and tired of this.I am supposed to cry if they die.The way they carry on .They make it a situation where i'll pop champaighn.
Every ****ing day i put up with this crap.Oh i swear.As i type this.He is talking right now i swear.
It's about the shirts.He has never heard of a washing machine.I am now supposed to wash 3 shirts of mine.(Even though i have a lot already washed) how are my unwashed shirts his problem anyway?
I have to go.If anyone could tell me how to resolve this.It would be great.Coz this,this is bull****.