Ugh.
Sometimes I hate my life.
I have to just vent sometimes.
I try to be calm, count to ten, don't lose it.
But eventually, I do.
I'll tell you why.
I have to do everything my dad tells me, EVERYTHING. And if I say no, he'll say "OK fine, don't" and then he does the thing himself.
Other times he asks me to massage him or something like that, and if I say no, he'll massage me.
What is he trying to achieve?
I don't think I'll ever know. And to be honest, I don't want to.
I think he thinks I feel guilty. And I do but I'm not going to do that stuff.
Sometimes he doesn't understand.
I know this seems like a bunch of petty problems that aren't that bad.
But why don't you go through it?
If I get angry at something, my dad will get angry at me and tell me not to get angry. How ironic.
I use my phone rarely, and when I do, I have good reason. But whenever he sees me use it he gives me dirty looks. And says that I'm using it too much. When I tell him how long I used it and why he says he doesn't care. I mean why buy a phone for your kid if they're not allowed to use it?
And whenever I don't want to eat, he says that I've become too skinny and that I have to eat something. Then, he gives me the same amount of food that he eats.
Recently, he allowed me to use my phone. But then apparently I used it too much. Then he changed the Internet password and then got rid of my data. He says I can use it but not the Internet. Ugh.
And everything I do is monitored by him. If he sees me going to my room and not coming back out within half an hour, he'll call me back out. All my other friends can do whatever the heck they want, but me... I need permission for everything.
