Well, shit.

Christmas is supposed to be a happy time, right? Filled with joy and giving and love and all that?

For some, maybe, but it's really looking bleak for me. My father has once again, freaked out on me after discovering a necklace and letter that I was going to send to my mate,  gokorahn. Tore him away from me, almost. He made it so I once again always have to look over my shoulder when trying to talk to him, and I have to live by his fucking rules, follow his religious brainwashing and basically have to further my career as an actor in the field of heterosexuality.

Eh, it's nothing I can't handle, but it really fucking sucks when every damn time I watch the Yogscast, he curses me out and screams in my damn face because... heh, you know, EVERY damn British person is one of my old friends and I'm sooooo attracted to them that he can't trust me around a simple entertaining video.

(He does however let me watch Hannah's videos because she's female. What a fuckhead.)

So yeah, not only has he made things between me and James difficult and lonely-making, but he's also encroaching on the little things that give me any happiness at all. Total 10/10 father, am I right or am I right?

Oh, he's also a racist now because Obama got re-elected. No surprise there!

Fundamentalist Christians are what is destroying America, and my father is one shining example of that.

Oh well. See you later, shitlords.