My dad and I had another fight on the way home from my Cinema class.
He doesn’t appreciate any of my accomplishments or responsibilities.
He just yells at me.
No matter what I fucking do.
There is no making him happy.
He’s a fucking malcontent.
He’s fucking done it all my life.
No wonder I’m such a cynical motherfucker.
I’m going to bed.
Seriously, I’m throwing a party when he dies.
I wish I could burn Crescent City down to the ground and contaminate it with nuclear waste so no one could ever live here again.
This place is shit.
Everyone who lives here are shit.
I’ve got to get out.
Please save me.