At 4/1/12 12:28 PM, Wurfel-Waffles wrote:
At 3/31/12 05:50 PM, CuteAndFuzzy wrote:
First of all I hate the way my dad treats me. He randomly comes to my room at around 12:15 am - 1:00 am and checks to see if i'm awake or asleep. When i'm awake he yells at me and tells me to go to sleep right away. Hello? I'm fuckin 18 years old, i don't need anyone telling me what time to go to sleep. Then in the mornings when i'm gone he checks my room for any mess.First of all, you are young. 15 years old chav. You got a father that CAREs about your life more than other gets and you still complain?
You are a Piece of Horse shit. Of course it's fucking important for the reasons why he does all those shit you listed. He cares about you. And just like a little bitch, you said you want to hurt the most loved ones in your life? You want to hurt the person who took part in creating you?
My dad swears at me and shouts at me, calls me names and he rarely ever hits me but I love him with my heart's content, because he's funny and he only screams at me, hits me and cusses when he's mad. And I understand why, because i'm awfully cheeky but sometimes neither of them can accept the way I was born and they probably never will! My mum is pretty decent when she fucking wants to be. She picks her times though, y'know, when my baby, 6-month old brother is around. I have two brothers and one sister, who get treated with loyalty but they get hit and sworn at too. But not my baby brother, nooo, he's better than all of us! My mum can make him laugh, it will make me happy and then I get along with her for a day or two but then she'll get me mad at me again.
It's like I, the eldest of them all *not my parents* were a mistake. I usually feel like i'm the result of a bed, a drunken married couple with no protection. I don't even get why they fucked to create me. They go on about how I used to be a fucking little cutie pie when I was a baby but then I grew into a shit faced twat. I think I made this all sound bad, but it's not.
Most of this happens on rare occasions, on bad months. Not bad days, not bad weeks, but bad MONTHS. I love my life about a quarter of the time, I have a dog, three great siblings and fairly cool parents (who abuse me on certain months)