I can't do anything without getting yelled at, interrupting someone and pissing them off, bothering someone instantly to the point where they want to kill me, or just screwing everything in my life up.

I'm freakin' done.

I'm gonna f'ckin' run away, live somewhere else, and grow up there and when I'm a freaking millionaire there, no way in hell I'm sharing my money with my parents, no, nuh uh.

I cannot freaking MOVE. Without screwing around with my life and driving it down the road to hell. I'm just freaking done.

I'm not gonna talk at all tomorrow.

'Cause apparently my voice is the "on" button to everyone's "kill Hope" sensors.

Dammit I'm on the verge of tears.

Awesome.

I'm freakin' DONE, everyone. I wanna shoot someone. I wanna kick someone. I want to run away and never come back and find a family that doesn't mind my voice or mind me accidentally interrupting someone or understand if I didn't know what was going on.

I could so give everyone a ton of examples of times I've gotten yelled at or destoyed or killed or whatever just today

Like I was outside.

I come inside to see my little sister standing at the door, calling the dogs to go outside.

Neither of them come outside.

I just tell her to go out.

My dad yells at me that he told her to wait.

I had no fr'kin' clue he told her, I was freaking outside

Just ten minutes ago my dad was interrogating me "Why midnight?" about my request to be on from eight o'clock to twelve o'clock.

IT'S A FREAKIN' REQUEST. I DON'T KNOW WHY MIDNIGHT. IT'S WONDERFUL. IT'S THE MOST MAGICAL MOMENT IN TWENTY-FOUR HOURS. I DON'T HAVE A FREAKIN' CLUE WHY I ASK FOR MIDNIGHT, IT'S A FREAKIN' TIME. I DON'T KNOW.

What the hell, man.

Everyone, just go ahead, I know you're all dying to yell at me too.

Everyone is.

I'm sure.

Like I said, I'm unable to even move without pissing someone off.