AND MY FATHER! HE MUST DIE AS WELL!
Because I have a sneaking suspicion that this is his fault... if it isn't AIM's, off-corset. Also, we have been out of almost everything for, hmmm, three days or so and the man has not gone grocery shopping. We now have no cereal, almost no milk, no Diet Coke (begin the freak-out now), no fruity drinks, etc. None of the things that I eat. And they're THE ONLY BLOODY THINGS THAT I EAT AT HOME SO WHY DON'T WE HAVE THEM?
I hate him so MUCH sometimes. He doesn't listen and he doesn't do common-sense type things, like, ever. I'm out of the house for ten hours a day, pretty much every day. And he's the one earning the real money! Dear god, can't he just swing by a fucking gas station and grab the soda that keeps me alive? Particularly since I've started taking a slightly higher dosage of Adderall, which makes me feel fairly sedated throughout the day. Can't he understand that THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH THE BRAKES ON MY CAR?
CAN'T HE JUST TAKE ME SERIOUSLY FOR ONCE?
This is about more than a lack of food, it really is. ARGH, I'M SO MAD.
AND I'M BEGINNING TO FEAR THAT THERE HAS BEEN A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF INCEST IN MY OWN FAMILY AND THAT THOUGHT ALONE IS ENOUGH TO MAKE A PERSON TYPE IN ALL CAPS. Fiction is fiction, but real life is real life. And maybe I'm just not understanding brother/sisterly relationships, but it's starting to get really fucking creepy.
I'm scared. Hold me, okay?