I'M TIRED OF MY LIFE! NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS OR WHAT I DO I'M THE BAD GUY!
No matter how many times I do things around the house my fucking dad has to give me more! I cook, I clean, dust, clean the cat box, wash dishes, clean the bathroom, my room, the livingroom, and his mancave. I do what I need to but that isn't enough, let only that he knows I have depression, I can't stand to be yelled at or mad at. he fucking knows that, it makes me shiver and cold, I can't deal with but so much shit at a time!