Dear Dad,

Fuck off.

I've been bothering you all day? Weird. The only times I saw you today were when I had breakfast in the living room for about 20 minutes whilst watching Jungle 2 Jungle, when I came inside to ask you where the garage opener was and to look up some place that would take computer monitor and when I came home with mom after we finished moving shit from storage to the garage. Oh and I grabbed some ice cream from the refrigerator. PLEASE tell me how I've been bothering you all day.

I suppose I can understand him being bitchy lately seeing as his mother had her 2nd stroke and his brother is going to prison for 3 years.

I honestly don't understand what I've done to deserve to be treated by shit by someone who's supposed to be my father. His actions have forced me to move out once before and I'm not scared to do it again. I just wish I could fucking hurt him the way he's hurt me. Oh wow, what a common phrase I like to use. He's never done physical harm to me but emotionally I'm fucked up. Blah. I seriously hate him.