Guess who got chewed out by her dad just for keeping my door closed.
Basically my dad called me out of my room to yell at me about my door being closed. Yesterday he yelled at me about wearing my clothes tucked in at home. Then he yelled about more stupid shit, and now he said he’s gonna BREAK. DOWN.
What in the ever, loving, FUCK is WRONG with this man?! Then he starts complaining and hoping that God curses me for not keeping my door open just cause it affects his ego and he thinks its an issue about safety if my door isn’t open.
Bruh like I’m trying to die and this shit is basically encouraging me so...what the fuck? Is this supposed to scare me?
He says I have no right to a room of my own, to a space of my own, as if I’m not a fucking human being with my own rights to privacy and space. Fuck outta here.
Dear God, PLEASE curse me with instant death because I wanna get the FUCK away from this crazy ass Boomer.