fuck off, already

my parents are such a mood killer. seriously.

my mom texts me saying to call my grandma to wish her happy birthday. so i call, my mom picks up the phone, i cough a little, and then she's all "see, you're coughing again," it's like, SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY WOMAN. coughing just doesn't disappear over the fucking night -.-

then i go down to get some food. i brought it up to my room and my dad fucking shits his pants. then goes on about how it's "not healthy" how i stay in my room "all day." i do not stay in my room all day. he's such a fucking retard. i DO go downstairs and shit. and THEN, he has the fucking nerves to be all "you can't do your homework in your room anymore" IT'S LIKE WHAT THE FUCK, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND I CAN'T WORK DOWNSTAIRS, THERE ARE TOO MANY FUCKING DISTRACTIONS LIKE YOU, YOU FUCKING SHIT. and i continue on about how i can't work in super huge spaces like the downstairs because there are just TOO MANY THINGS. it's like..THERE'S A FUCKING REASON WHY KIM (sister) WAS ALWAYS IN THE FUCKING BACK ROOM, YOU FUCKING ASS. OH and what the SHIT, ANDREW NEVER FUCKING STUDIED DOWNSTAIRS. -__________-

they say it's the kids who think they know everything and think they don't have anything to learn from their parents. well guess the fuck what. THE PARENTS ARE WORSE. fucking shits.

when i'm finally out of this house next year, and i promise you that i will be, i will not miss my parents at all. i can guarantee you that.