congradulations dad. you fucked up again. getting married without asking me about it first… making us move into this bug infested disgusting thing you freaks call a house. the walls are rotted. there is no cell phone service. i have a tiny room compared to the one i had before. i have to leave my stuff shoved under my bed and crammed in the closet because there is nowhere to fit it all. your room is worse than mine. and you yell at me and ground me because my stuff “isnt where its supposed to be”. im sick of it. why do my thoughts suddenly not matter anymore ever since you met her? dont you love me anymore? no… you dont… you never did… otherwise you wouldnt put me through this. i hate you. i said it before. im saying it again. I HATE YOU!!!