Seriously?
Okay Dad fuck off. I’m not depressed and I’m not recoiling away from you and mom. I come inside and Mom doesn’t say a F***king word to me so neither do I. It’s simple, I don’t start conversations and neither do you two, so back the fuck off and leave me alone. Plus the first thing Mom does say to me is GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY JACKET. Really Mom? It’s freezing downstairs and I need to borrow it while I do the dishes like a good child. And then you complain cause I’ve been at a friends house TILL 5. Oh sorry mom didn’t mean to upset you by staying out so horribly late. If you want me home why don’t you be pleasant and ASK ME TO COME HOME EARLIER. It’s called a phone and if you really care you should just ask me normally and I shall proceed to come home at a more “appropriate” time. JESUS.
