So I've just about had it with my dad's persistence to break or destroy anything that resides in my room, as if nothing in it has any value at all. I woke up this morning to my blinds being snapped in half. Reason? Oh, the window was cracked a little bit because I don't like sleeping in a hot and muggy room. And I know a lot of people don't unless they just had sex or something. But yea, blinds are fixed, gonna have to get another set of blinds to cover up the now bare window on the other side of the room.
I find it funny that both my parents apparently think everything in our room has no value, and for the dumbest reasons: too messy, smells bad, windows are open??? What the hell guys. If a window needs to be closed there's a civil and non-destructive way to close a window rather than slamming it and waking half the house's residence.
No matter how many times or how many different ways my mom tells me, it's time I moved out because dealing with dad has become a real pain in my ass.
'nough said. CS-Z out.
