Dos: FML

For serious: FML.

I passed out watching Sabrina the Teenage Witch on YouTube (shut up) only to be woken up by my dad's typical night noises. He has insomnia and all night he will rant and rave and I can hear all of it because my room is right next to the living room which he has basically turned into his bedroom. The walls are so thin, they could be classified as non-existent. Right now he is singing and swearing and he sounds like some sort of wounded animal and I'm trying to drown it out with Tool's 10,000 Days.

I sound like a mega-bitch, huh? You see, I would be more sympathetic if only this weekend he hadn't cussed me out so many times to the point I wanted to spew and just last night as I was about to eat he yelled at me so hard for so long at the dinner table that I lost my appetite. Even though I slowly left the table to avoid any commotion, I could not. He continued to rant and rave and bring up every mistake I made over the last 2 - 3 years. It's an unfortunate habit.

Fuck living at home at 20, fuck not having a job, fuck my shitty uni, fuck this new town I've moved to, fuck having no friends here, fuck paper thin walls, fuck everything I ever did and in conclusion ladies and gentlemen: Fuck My Life.