I wish my father could appreciate some of the little things I do rather than regurgitate all the bad things I do. What the fuck, I spent all night looking for an apartment to move into with them since he said he had no time to look. So I thought of somewhere close to the freeway for daddy and close to school for me. What the fuck do I get in return? Oh why the fuck did you do that for? Did you ever stop to think about what’s easier for me? I thought we discussed your schooling arrangements, wasn’t your boyfriend supposed to take you to school everyday? You’re a fucking rusher aren’t you, rushing into relationships and then telling us you’ve gotten a ride to school every morning… Yeah, thanks a fuck load, I just got over my boyfriend and you fucking mention him again. You inconsiderate fuck. All I wanted to fucking do was to show you I cared a bit after your moaning and groaning that I never fucking do anything for the family when I actually have to write all your letters, check your emails, write my own application to my school, pay my own school fee’s, find my own tuition, get my own money, get my own transport. Yeah, sure i’m fucking 18 now, but fuck off that doesn’t mean that I automatically get removed from the family tree.