MY LIFE IS A DEPRESSIVE SHIT SHOW!1!!1!11!!

okay this might be a bit overexagatory but you clicked so it worked

I hate my life (holy pity farm). It genuinely sucks balls. Because my dad is flowkirkenuinely a verbal abuser. A list of current things happening to me or that have happened in the last 3 weeks:

1. My dad took away my shoes, jacket, jewerly and my favourite t-shirt. (JUST YESTERDAY)
2. My parents removed my privelage to go outside after 4 unless if i have training or theatre.(ALSO YESTERDAY)
3. My dad taking away the rights to go to theatre. (A WEEK AGO. IT GOT PROVOKED).
4. him screaming at me bc I spilled black paint water on my desk (3 WEEKS AGO)

okay for context. this happens a lot and me and my mom are really desensitzed atp. So if you guys are worried, please don't be, we're dealing with it!!!

okay with that being said. let's break down the events like some fuckass detective. from least recent to most. 

The blackie incident (How my mom calls it (SHE'S BLACK BLACK BLACKKKK)) happened at 18.43. I know the time bc i was watching youtube okay. I want to grab some paint and BOOM, all my paint water falls over my desk. Mind you, it was ONLY on my desk. Nowhere else. My dad saw allat and js started screaming at me. I genuinely had no idea what this man was spouting about. He looked like that "ALL MY STUDENTS ARE MORONS" guy. My punishment you may ask? NO GODDAMN FOOD UNTIL TOMORROW. Atp is my dad using the crackpipe or something because this is really weird. I already had dinner though so i was fine and didn't eat until the next day ^^. 

My dad taking away my rights to do theatre was the night before the show. he came to this stupid ass verdict because he found that I don't study enough. Many of you might say that this is reasonable because it is. But it only ould've been if i didn't study, which i do. A LOT. I'm already studying since the minute i get home from school to the moment i go to sleep with breaks inbetween. How this man came to the conclusion i didn't study, you may ask? For you, I have no answer. He guinely pulled it out of his ass during dinner. How this fucking man with the social awereness of an half eaten bag of luke warm grapes doesnt see that is ashtonishing.

 the two most recent ones i'm clumping into one story because it sorta is. Okay for the context. i do theatre from 17.30 or so till like 19.30 (??). Okay so my phone, which has a tracker, showed i was like 2 kilometers away from where i have my lessons. My dad texts me at 19.00. I don't reply, obviously. he texts me again a minute later. still, i can't reply. So when I'm done with theatre i go to the supermarket and eat like the fat piggy i am. I FINALLY check my phone after like 30 minutes since My dad's last texts (Time rn is 19.37??). I reply with :'Hey dad, I'm out to the supermarket with friends' (roughly translated). This fucker goes and calls me the minuet i'm outside to scream at me through call that i should leave NOW. even though i got the green light from my mom to go out ages ago. I go home at like a reasonable time and the FIRST thing i hear when i enter my house is: "Sit down. we're talking". the words of goddamn doom and despair. In this two hour long talk i got told that i have lost my privalges to:

1. my two jackets that are fit for this weather
2. my two shoes that i like (i dislike the rest but my dad forced me to keep them so i could wear them as punishment)
   
3. that LEAVING my house (even for groceries or things with my mom) is STRICTLY forbidden after four unless I have to
4. my jewellry. all of it

SO YAAAYYYYY I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH. i have to wait a fucking week until i can even dare to ask for my stuff back.

oki this rant is really long so i'm keeping it at this

-maxxie out