How dare he, to betray his own son and say those damn things about him. Accusations that seem to fly from his mouth. No I'm not depressed you fucker. No your son is not gay. Stop all these accusations. We are different than you. So stop pushing all this shit on us. We will only rebel, we are already rebelling. And I am the stronger one at doing that. I will push you out of my mind and my life until you are nothing more but a mute whipser behind the curtains. I will rule my life the way I want, with none of your shit trespassing. I will block you form my mind and shove you into the darkest of corners. I'm not depressed. I'm not fucking depressed. I'm angry. Angry that you are here and bugging the shit out of me and that I can't do my work because you are here and lecturing me till my hands will explode and reach for the scissors that are at my feet and just stab your fucking eyes out or run it through me so I don't have to listen to your constant rantings. I'm very very angry, you have no idea.

Is it called passive aggressive? Whatever. I seem to be a pro at it. Haha. She doesn't want to buy my stuff so she says later, as in tomorrow or this weekend. And then I just bluntly say things to her. No she can't help me with my hair. Fine, I'll use your damn hair styler crap. Then she takes te dog for a walk. Comes back, and I am that much a nicer person because of my remarkable ability to unconciously forgive and forget. Let's go buy your stuff...what the fuck lady? You just said earlier that you didn't want to an that you're tired, besides the fact you're taking the dog for a walk. What the fuck? Of course I say no. Why the hell would I give in? This is my world, my control. Now just stand my bitchy attitude woman, eat and embrace it.