christmas eve explostion

Im just going to copy and paste my rant from my facebook chat with someone. everything fucking sucks 


i made enough custard for me and my dad and he doesnt want any

i was sad

hes being mean

not doing anything christmasy

i don't want to watch what hes watching and now hes mad that i cooked because there are dirty dishes

and hes made im in my room on my laptop

its not like there is anything else to do

hes yelling now.

about dishes which i left to soak

his exact words "just what I wanted to do on god damn Christmas eve - clean your fucking British desert mess that I asked you to clean up and instead you left it hardening to the pot"

which i fucking didnt.

i fucking hate christmas here.

it just makes me want to die - that'll make them happy. only one last mess of mine for them to fucking clean up