farkinghell!

so unbelievably peeved.
My dad is being the most frustrating tool in the world atm.

I don't see him all day. i hardly talk to him.
I come home and whats the first thing he does? Shouts at me telling me i need to growTF up and stop acting/looking like a 12 year old. WTF. i neither dress, nor act like a 12 year old.

He bitches at me for listening to screamo.
He takes the piss out of me for listening to classical.
He bitches at me for listening to HIS music.
He bitches at me for wearing heels to college.
He bitches at me for wearing makeup.
He bitches at me for being comfortable in my own skin to dress in what *I* think looks good. (fyi, usually a knee-length dress, or, a knee-length skirt +black top, or jeans and a tee)
He bitched at me last night for wearing a farking HAT in WINTER.
He bitched at me for wearing a hoody that was too big. AGAIN. FARKING WINTER. it was a boys! big whoop! ¬¬
He bitched at me for "wandering the streets at night." BECAUSE THERE IS NOWHERE TO GO HERE!
I'd bring my friends home if i was even allowed boys in the farking house! >_< GRR.

What would he rather I do?
Go out in stilletoes, half naked, and come home at 4am in the back of a police car covered in puke? or maybe i should go the other way and dress in My Little Pony gear, or a Disney Princess dress and a farking tiara listening to Hannah Montana and Disney Themes full blast. ¬¬

Then blames my foulmood on my friends, not eating and college. BOLLOXX.
One day I'm not going to just sit and listen to him scream at me and nod along all "yes, daddy", "no, daddy". I'm going to farking snap and tell him right where he can stick his hypocritical over protective parenting.

Mr; Had hair down to his arse, dated a woman 15 years older than himself,
Mr, had a new girl in his room every night of the week in his teenage years.
Mr, dressed in leather and listened to heavy metal.
GRRRYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

>_<