Wasted.

Yesterday was so wasted. Even more wasted than I am. Fcuk you b*tch. I hate you.
Today will be boring. Why did my father even come home. What's the problem with him?!
If only he's at work, I'll be out by now. But he friggin' came home. And now he's at some clinic with that sick(ening) b*tch. Well.

Goodbye.