Today i had a sh***y day. I ran out of a lot a stuff i need to sleep, and i just went downhill, i woke up cranky. My dad coaxed me into going into the gym when i didnt feel like it and i just got more aggravated not being able to do the workout. I come home and he is pissed off i didnt work out and he starts interigating me why, i and try to answer he immediatly says thats BS i dont want to hear it any more and he becomes psychotic,(or rather just express his constant psychotic ideas) yelling at me accuses me of things that never happened, things really seriously never happened. I yell back at him telling me all the things that he ever did to me.( I regret that but i was just tired off kissing his ass)
and off course he lies his but off to my mom about what happened
one thing that sticks out is he keeps accusing of having choked my brother something never happened, ever, in any shape or form
I really want my apartment now