Family p2
Current mood:  angry

Who the f*** does he think he is. Telling me to not do the sh*t again that I accidentally did. But look at him with his f***ing dumbass of a father quitting his job for no good f***ing reason. He can go suck a d*ck bitch. Judging me for accidentally not remembering to do my work when all this f***ass do is just sit his butt around all day. I swear I hate my parents. Please I bet they didn't even remember that my doctor's appointment is tomorrow. They only remember only if I remember. I HATE THEM. I HATE THEM. I HATE THEM. But if any issue involved my brother they would remember to do it as soon as possible. I know the only reason I was born is that they needed someone to do work around the house for them because their fat lazy butts couldn't do it themselves. I remember when dad wanted me to do chores at a young age and when I didn't do it right he would beat me constantly and constantly because I didn't f***ing know how to sweep the floors when I was F***ING 5 or 4 YEARS OLD!!. WHAT DID HE EXPECT TO HAPPEN BITCH! and when I still didn't know how to do it he just gave up and sent me to my room. I remember that memory so vividly, I almost want to cry right now. I remember he would drag me to his room to beat me because he didn't want to do it in front of my brother. My mom was at work those days, but that doesn't matter. He would beat me because I didn't know how to that chore at a young age. It still hurts to remember those horrible memories. -The only thing I need to do now is keeping up this sorry ass act until I graduate high school and go straight to college far away from this hellhole. And. When I graduate college and get my own place I'm never speaking to my parents again.