Dad is crazy again.

Being at home sucks like hell.

It's suffocating.

Nothing falls from heaven. We've just gotta work for things we want. Why can't a 47 year old useless man get that to sink into his pea brain?

I guess my dad's a psycho. He should be one. Only psychos do what he does.

He likes to torture; he likes to put living beings in fear. Is that a way of making him, a useless old man, feel superior? What a good way huh?

I just can't be bothered with him. Still, he does instill fear in me at times. I hope he can just go crazy and blow his top once and for all and preferably kill my mother or me or my brother who happen to be out of camp during the weekend. No matter who dies, the other two are gonna have good lives from then onwards. I think my mum is the one who ought to die with her crazy husband. She had a choice, and chose this kinda fellow to be married to, we didn't have a choice as to who our father is to be, so we don't deserve death as much as she does.

People who ought to die just won't leave us alone, whereas those who should be the last to die are leaving one after another.

What a FAIR world?

Not striking lottery is our fault, not having enough to splurge on beer and nightclub sessions is also our fault. Someone please tell me! What the hell is not our fault?!!!

F**K!

Come on, old man, just DIE!