fuck you and fuck you too

i am pissed. fuck sia. my dad's a fucking big piece of shit. this is ridicufuckinlous. it really is. the hols are over, and since now he cant say fuck about me needin to study, now he goes on and on abotu how i'm obesessed and addicted to the fucking comp and guitar. i mean fuck that. its stupid. he somehow cannot accept the fact that i actually like and enjoy certain stuff. its sad. very sad. actually i'm not sure i'm pissed or anything. i'm jus...i dunno how to describe it. its like a cold kind of anger. or smthn like that. frozen fire. u noe. its damn fucked up lah. its like he is jus constantly trying to deprive me of anything i enjoy. use comp not happy, play guitar not happy, sleep late not happy, sleep early not happy, wake up late not happy, wake up early not happy, notin to do stone oso not happy. he is really jus damn screwed up. his whole life is about packing stuff and arranging stuff and packing and arranging mroe stuff. its lame lah. theres only so much u can pack and arrange. it comes to a point where theres nothing left to arrange.

sigh. i cant wait for army man. i really cant wait. ironically, its gonna be 2 yrs of freedom. 2 yrs of not having to care about being fucked up by ure own parents. i don care how much i suffer during army, knowing that i will. its better, considerin its worth it, wheras this? fuck this. it aint worth nothin but a whole bucket of pig shit.

i bother. u see, i do.
maybe that's why...