Dad: the nitpicker

I swear my dad has to nitpick everything I do and everything about.

1) I don't TV shows as much as anymore. Now I watch the music channel and just listen to the songs.
Nitpick: "Do you ever watch TV?" "Don't you watch anything other than this station?" "Do ever watch cartoons?"
      a) "Power Rangers don't come on anymore." "Aren't you a little old for Power Rangers?"
           You literally just asked if I watch cartoons and now I'm too old for them?!
2) My usual haircut is an undercut and long bangs. My hair grew a bit in the last 3 months since my last haircut.
Nitpick: "You need a haircut." "When you gonna get this cut?" "Please tell you're gonna do something about this."
       a) I get my haircut. Shaved. Shorter bangs. Styled in a pompadour look.
           "Who cut your hair?" "Why?" "Seriously who cut your hair?" [He didn't like it]
3) I started doing my own laundry now.
Nitpick: "Why did you wait til now to do laundry?" "I need to sleep."
       a) I was working Friday. I had my haircut appointment Saturday. Mom was doing Saturday/Sunday. I had work Monday. So yeah today (Tuesday) was the only day I could do it.


Sometimes the emotional abuse I get from him gets to be too much for me to the point I almost started cutting again. I keep thinking...I could easily do it. No one would ever know nor care. I have knives. I could do it on my legs. Easy.

But I didn't though. But shit this family is not making it easy on me at all.

My roommate

And here I thought I would stop posting once I moved into my new dorm room away from my family. I was straight up wrong! My roommate is an immature little shit!

First she would go out for parties and get tipsy (even though she's under age) all the time the first week of school.

Second she got needy. She desperately craved attention. Whenever I would ignore her to study or do homework she would throw random objects at me to get my attention. Even when I told her to quit it after the first time. She threw a pillow, a spoon, a wad of yarn, and a magnet at me!

Third she's messy. Her side of the room is always a wreck (worse than mine which is saying something cuz I'm usually a organized mess). And her stuff is usually on my side of the room.

Fourth she's narcissistic. She constantly talks about her fuck buddies, sex life, and how's she is better looking than me. Are fucking kidding me?!!

Fifth she's inconsiderate. I'm allergic to garlic and she orders pizza with garlic sauce even though she knows the smells makes me ill too. And always (loudly) Skyping people when I'm trying to work on homework and studying!

Ugh! A junior really shouldn't have to room with a freshman. I chose her but her profile said she was the opposite of what she is now. Even when we video chatted she did not appear this way. Fucking hell!!!

Low opinion

Nice to know my own dad has such a low opinion of me.

I was going to a spa. Dad asked where and I told him. He turned his face up at the name. He had heard rumors that it was shady like they had a back room for guys to fuck. I did my research. The Facebook reviews gave it a pretty decent score (and it was mostly women). I even asked my aunt who went there and she said it was okay. I tried to convince my parents that it was okay and they of course they didn't budge.

My dad said, "Fine. If your face ends up on Facebook, don't come crying to me."

Basically he called me a whore.

Wow, dad. Nice to know how you think of me. What he said can be taken different ways:

1. Calling his kid a whore
2. Being put on some type of revenge porn like a Lifetime movie and him not even caring

Just wow dad....that was a whole new low

Patriarch

I hate the patriarchy of the house!

1. I can't eat until my dad eats.
2. I can't have the last of something if he wants it.*

*My dad and I feuded....over hamburger buns. My mom made burgers for dinner. The amount of buns were limited. He wanted buns for his burgers and so did I. He told me to use bread slices. To me, bread is demeaning for a burger. (Don't ask me why. It's just how I am. Bread slices for sandwiches, buns for burgers.) I told him I wanted buns and he can use bread since I've seen him use bread slices for bread before. Here's how this conversation continued:

Dad: Who I am?

Me: Dad

Dad: What do I do?

Me: (i didn't answer)

dad: who buys the groceries?

me: (still no answer)

If he wants to get technical, mom buys the groceries not him. he fucking lucky i kept my mouth shut. otherwise that high fucking horse of his would get pretty motherfucking small!

Being my parent's bitch

I hate being my parent's bitch. They make me do everything around the house. 

1. Vacuum
2. put groceries away
3. dishes
4. trash

You know what my sister does? My sister does absolutely nothing! Does this asswipe even have a chore?! Everything gets done for her. My dad gets her trash from her room. My mom gets her laundry to take downstairs.

Just a week or two, then I am done being their little bitch. Maybe my sister will be their new bitch....not -_-

So unfair

My parents are so unfair to me! 

My dad gave my sister a Swiss army knife and not me! I have been asking for years for a Swiss army knife and I kept getting denied. My sister is a high school freshman and she gets one?! So fucking unfair! 
My mom is such a hypocritic! I'm not allowed to walk around the house in my bra. And my sister gets to walk around in hers?!!! WHAT THE FLYING FUCK?!!!!!

I fuck swear this family just ARGH!!!!!

The "girlfriend"

You guys really like the "girlfriend" posts. I actually have an update on that. And no we're not back together.

Here's what happened:

Her mom and dad didn't like the fact that she liked girls (i.e. me). So her mom gave her a choice...lose all contact with me or get kicked out the house. She choose not to live on the streets by blocking me on Facebook and changing her number. So her family is what got between us. A year later of resentment towards her and finding myself, I work up the courage to contact her. She tells me the truth about our breakup/fallout and that she never meant to hurt me. And now we are just friends. She has another boyfriend who just happens to be homophobic and is pregnant with his kid and they are living together.

First off, why date a homophobic guy when you yourself are bisexual? Two if you loved me as much as I thought you did how come you didn't think to contact me? She moved out of her parents house...we could've easily gotten back together!

But whatever. she made her choice and i'm making mine. and besides the bitch held me back anyway. if we were still together, i would have stayed in this godforsaken town so i wouldn't have to leave her. more than anything i want to leave and i never would have accomplished that. but now i am actually leaving so out breakup was actually a good thing. i just wish it was a little less harsh way it happened.