#58.
It feels so fckn shit when your own parents go and talk behind your back. I hate the fact that my mother has a boyfriend. I hate my mother's boyfriend. I hate the fact my father has a girlfriend. I hate my father's girlfriend.
So pissed off, I was having a good night until I overheard the fuckers talking about me just outside my room. Just to let you know, you talk louder when you're drunk off your ass. Your whisper is still a scream to sober ears, so watch what you say about your daughter, or your girlfriend's daughter. Why the fuck are you even in my house anyway, cause you know, no body in my family actually likes you. Besides my mother, which is the only reason your sorry ass still comes here. We all find you shifty. Especially me, who the fuck in their right mind state tries to set their girlfriend's daughter up with their fobby ass nephew. There's a line. And you crossed it.
So shut the fuck up. Fucken pissed now. Seriously. Not like you can do any better than I can you freaking hypocrite. Talk as if you know everything, when in reality, you're stupid, and old and frail. Piss me off enough and I'll kick you out of our house myself. Don't give a shit if my mum 'loves' you. She only wants you around cause you're the only male that does anything around here. Yeah that's right, she's using you, jackass. Why not shut your useless mouth and open your fucking eyes for a change. We don't like you. GTFO.

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