He complains when he gets home. He complains when he doesn't even do shit in this house. Get up, eat, go and smoke, get his ass to Phalen to play ball all day. Can't even fix a freakin door knob. Fucken shit, don't know how to do shit but fuck, eat, and sleep.
If he's going to complain about the freakin hose, then why didn't he get his fucken ass home and get the water and ice ready? If he's going to complain about how the water gets turned off then why didn't he come home and do it himself instead of calling when he's not even leaving his damn place yet? If he knows that he's hungry then why didn't he come home and eat instead of going to smoke over at someone's house? Fucken dumb ass.
I know I aint the best daughter but at least I support and pity his ass when someone else fucken hates his guts to hell. Shoo, piss me off. He thinks he's so perfect, does everything with his got damn friends, well what about family you asshole? Your friends don't feed your ass, your friends don't provide a damn shelter for you, your friends don't fucken let you sleep inside their house. They're just there when they're bored and have shit to do. You think they really give a damn about you? Hell to the fuck no. They don't give a shit. Keep complaining and watch what happens. Your ass gonna get kicked out the house for doing shit! You can go live with your got damn friends if you like. We can support ourselves. We don't need your help. We're better off without you anyway. We don't need a man in this family when he ain't a man but another woman. Fuck off. Get on my fucken nerves. When you know how to play your damn role as a damn father, maybe then I'll know how to play mines as a daughter. But as for now, you're nothing but a little kid like me. Act your age old man.
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