For myself.
Mainly for my lack of caring. I mean, I basically just had one of the worst days of my life, and I don't even care. Basically there was no food in the house (Well, I found some pickles, but they were expired) and my mom and brother get home, and I find out they went out to eat and my dad went to a movie. So they had some leftovers and I ask if I can have them, and my brother goes "NO" and then I demand them (Probably not the most rational move, but damnit, I was hungry) and he continues to say no, and eventually my mom gets annoyed and they leave, taking the food with them.
So later they get back and the food is gone, and I ask if I can have money to get something to eat. My mom says that she doesn't have money and I have to wait until my dad gets home to get food, well I figure this'll only be about an hour so even though that's annoying, I'll wait.
Four hours pass and he finally gets home, and gives my mom money so she'll take me to get something to eat. I ask if we can go, and she asks why there was water in the garage. Oh yeah, I should probably explain that. Well when they left before and took the only food with them in an act of haste I dumped out four of her water bottles in the garage. After four I realized what I was doing was stupid and purposeless and went to my room.
Anyways, I told her that, and she said she didn't believe me (And fuck if I know why) and that she wasn't going to take me to get food until I told her why. Well I started resorting to simply saying "I don't know" and "I already told you" (Which was the truth) and she started calling me an asshole and a stupid son of a bastard, to which I said "How come?" which only made her angrier because she could not justify these claims.
Anyways, she eventually got in the car, I asked if we were going, and she didn't answer, I got in, and luckily we were. So we go and she tells me six times that I shouldn't ask her for any favors because of my attitude and because I was "being mean to her," after the sixth time I just go "Okay, you've said it six times, I get it." and she gets even angrier because of that.
Oh, and something else I forgot to mention. Before we left I knocked on my dads door to see if he would be more rational and give me some money so I could just go myself, he in turn responsed by opening the door and punching me in the side some seven times and telling me to stop making noise.
Anyways, I finally get home with my food, and the thing that I'm concerned about isn't the fact that any of this is happening, but rather the fact that I just don't care. I mean, throughout this whole ordeal, I haven't even given a damn about any of it. I mean what the hell, I feel like I should at least be mad or something, but I'm just... Not. It's strange.