I wake up this morning and I'm dead tired and sore. My dad makes me get up even after I cry because I'm tired to go to a band car wash fundraiser thingy. My friend is there and we end up having a good time, and im not tired anymore. Me and my friend go into the store that's right there with my dads permission. My dad finds us and tells me it's time to go home. I ask why. He says because hes tired. I get pissed off and ask what he even did while I was washing and drying cars, running around, holding signs up and shouting at cars to come in, not to mention I had to perform at a game last night which was nerve wracking tiring and I got home at like 12:30. He says he convinced people to but the gift card thigs and put money in the case. And he says hes tired because of that. Wimp.

AND HES ASLEEP ON THE COUCH RIGHT NOW. MAYBE I CAN BASH HIM ON THE HEAD AND HED GET A REAL NICE SLEEP, WAKE UP WITH BRAIN DAMAGE. IM SICK OF HIS SHIT. HES THE MAN OF THE HOUSEHOLD, THE SMART GUY, HE ALWAYS HAS TO BE SUPERIOR AND RIGHT. I HATE HIM. HE TALKS TO ME LIKE AND IDIOT. HE TALKS TO EVERY ****ING PERSOM AROUND HIM LIKE THEYRE STUPID LIL BABIES THAT DONT KNOW SHIT. EVEN HIS MOTHER, HIS BROTHER, HIS WIFE, EVERYONE. AND IM SICK OF IT. NOBODY ELSE DOES ANYRHING ABOUT IT. MY MOM TRIED AND SHE TRIED TO TALK SENSE INTO HIM, LIKE CIVIL PEOPLS, AND IT ENDED UP IN A SHOUTING MATCH BECAUSE OF MY DAD.

SO MAYBE I CAN TRY ANOTHER APPROACH KNOCK SOME SENS EINTO HIM. BECAUSE HE ****ING NEEDS IT.