Rents

Well is 6:00 AM in the morning. And my Dad comes in my room. Of course I'm sleeping, and they can give two shits if I'm sleeping. They're making loud noises and woke me up, I turn over and go, "What are you doing?" My mom peaks out of the fucking door and goes, "we're just turning your air off." And I'm looking at them its like, "LET ME FUCKING GET SOME SLEEP, ITS FUCKING 6:00 IN THE FUCKING MORNING DO THAT WHEN I FUCKING GET UP" Oh no, not only that he opens my window. And the fucking birds start chirping. So right now I'm fucking pissed off, and not in the fucking mood to talk to anyone. And I feel like killing someone right now. And it pisses me off that they would come in my room at 6:00 in the morning. THAT DON'T MAKE SENSE! God, I fucking hate my parents. FUCK YOU!

That's nothing. I crashed at my friend's house last night; at 6:30 am his mom opens his door and yells, "ROBBY! LEXUS(their HUGE ass dog) WANTS IN! CAN SHE COME IN?" Of course we both wake up. Robby flips out, he's like, "Holy... I don't care... what the fuc.." I'm laying on the floor by the door(so when she opened it, I got nailed in the head), the dog tries to step over me but fails and steps on my stomach, jumps on the bed and lays down on top of Robby. His mom then proceeds to slam the door and leave.

Needless to say, I'm very angry.