Oh, man, am I sick to death of my parents? Granted, most of the time Im acting like a spoilt child, but... okay, picture this. You move out of home. You get used to the life style, living alone (or with just one other person) and having people over when you want. Then, due to circumstances such as financial crapola, and moving closer to work, I move in with my father. BIG FUCKING MISTAKE!!! Granted, I am now out of the place where I used to live that was shit, but at least then if I didnt want to see people, I didnt have to.

Dad now acts as if he runs my life whenever he comes home. Which is like one or two days a week. So Im supposed to drop every fucking thing for hom, and run around going 'yes daddy, no daddy, how fucking high daddy'??? I dont fucking think so!!!

And then when he is home, he bring the step family with him. Mum, brother and sister. Love them all, want to kill them too. Mitchell and Naomi are the most annoying children EVER, and they all take over the lounge room, and when I refuse to get off the computer, they all chuck the shits. MY COMPUTER!! MINE! I PAID FOR THE FUCKER!!! Thats what they used to say to me when I wanted to get on the computer when I lived at home!

And they are all so fucking grumpy. Ive been in a great mood this weekend, and now I feel like I could kill anyone who even says 'hi' to me. OMG... its the tone! I just heard it right behind me. Fuck I hate it. Im so angry at the moment. Irrational, but this is what they do to me. JUST FUCK OFF!!!

And, just to top it off, they went out just before. All four of them. It was great. I turned the idiot box off, cranked the music... twas awesome... Then when they get home, Dad yells at me for doing that. THEY WERENT EVEN FUCKING HOME!!!!

Okay, thats about it. Got it all out. I do love them all, just I like my space. So at the moment, I wish they were anywhere but here.

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