Why isn’t there any snow also can people not fucking come in my room and steal my pipes because I make no effort to conceal them? Like seriously. You’re a scummy piece of shit who thinks stealing from me is being a parent. You’re a fucking hypocritical loser I hope your life is terribly miserable when my mother divorces you. I hope you fuck up again soon so I won’t have to see your face. You think coming in here and taking my things, things that aren’t hurting anyone for having, makes you any less of a pathetic douche bag? Every time you talk, point out my flaws, tell me I’m fat, tell me what to do, give me condescending sarcastic comments, the more I fucking hate you. Don’t play the “I’m the parent your the kid, you listen to me you don’t tell me what to do” thing, it’s bullshit, I don’t deserve anymore “discipline” with the physical and emotional abuse I’ve endured throughout my life from you. You don’t have the right to take away things you didn’t pay for. You don’t have the right to tell me what I can and can’t do. You’ve already taken away so much of my life I wish I could fix. You piece of shit, you’ve brought me to hell and I hope you experience eternal pain. I can’t even express how angry you make me.