Heh, it REALLY does get better!

No offense to the people that say “it’ll get better” or “it gets better” but I had it happen to me a few hours ago and my day has gotten much worse.

My alcoholic asshole father comes into my room starting shit and suddenly he notices my window open. He sees black stuff in it. Turns out it’s black mold (apparently). He rushes me out of the room and then argues with mom about it. They honestly blamed that on my depression <sarcasm> yes I’ve totally had that mold FOR 7 FUCKING YEARS!</sarcasm> 10 minutes of stupid shit later, I stay in another room. Dad comes in and was looking for money. I didn’t know because I had my earphones in at the time. So he then waves at me to try to get my attention. I look and he just says “never mind, you never listen anyway.” and leaves. I put my headphones in again. Once again he returns. Does the same exact fucking thing.

Here’s where it gets really exciting. I give him an attitude because he did the same to me. He then gets into my face and says “Do that again and I’ll punch you in the fucking face!” I kinda scoff at it and just tell him that he’s acting like a child. He then mentions that he could just shoot me. I told him that I welcome death. He returns with his shotgun and points it in my face. I take it by the barrel and jerk it downward, out of my face. He kept trying to aim it at me. Of course I keep reminding him that he’s acting like a fucking idiot. Come to find out, it wasn’t loaded. “What if it was loaded?” he said. “Well I’d probably be more pissed off” is what I said. He returns with it loaded. The same thing happens that did earlier. I know one thing, I’ll be DAMNED if I let him kill me off. He then leaves the room and brags to his friend about it. I hate these people.

In short, I need to get the fuck out of here as fast as possible. Not possible to stay with the grandparents either because they’d also drive me up a fucking wall. Yes, it truly does get better and sometimes it is just that fast.