You know, sometimes my dad can be such a raging dickhead it makes me want to puke in my fucking soup. This asshole comes home today, and starts bitching at me about shit he never told me about. When he goes out to the grocery store, he buys things for himself, and will not tell me or my brother that they are for him, not us. And then, if we eat or drink said taboo item, he flies off the fucking handle. And he never once told us that IT WAS FOR HIM FOR WORK OR WHATEVER BULLSHIT HE WAS "SAVING IT FOR"

Fuck him, he has no right to get mad because he never says a damn word until well after the fact.

I really, really wish I could afford to get out on my own again, and not have to deal with this prick any longer. But if and when I do leave, he will cry, and be depressed, because he cant ask me for fucking money anymore.

Sorry, he pissed me off royaly today, and Im about to have another father induced panic attack.

Ill see you all later, hopefully in a better state of mind.