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With MSN being a dick, I have to resort to using Facebook to communicate to others, if not, I will end up a lifeless fucktard that can only talk to himelf t fill up time, and perhaps breed mosquitoes that my father retardedly let in the TV room and is now feeding off my leg blood.

Seriouly, he installed an output fan right behind the TV room and he still opens the door, wise as hell, allowing mosquitoes to come in and prey on Ricky. I'm not sure why, but usually the TV room and the bedroom gets a hell lot of mosquitoes, maybe it's my dad's friends.

Speaking of which, I hate them like hell. Seriously fucking hate them like hell. They come to my house, take up my TV room playing mah jong and gambling their lives away, and they dare say that I play games all day, huh? Seriously what the fuck.

I'm okay with it if they're still working and they say that I play games all day. But they come to my house, every other fucking day, to gamble with my dad's laptops, and they still dare say that I play too much? What else do they fucking want me to do!?

In fact, what ELSE can I do when he's at home catering to them? Go out? Without money and knowing my mum, she will start squeaking when I ask for money? Then she gets bored while I browse for games? Go out, get a hooker, and get laid for the night?

Pick up smoking? Go to my cousin's house and play HIS PS2 instead? Go to Grandma's house and have ABSOLUTELY not have anything in common to talk about? GO down and talk to mum and end up making myself angry because we can't really communicate?

Then get slapped down every time I open my mouth because they feel whatever that they are saying is more important than what I am about to say? How the fuck do they even think I can have the guts to ask my mum to take me out?

With my dad always asking for food every 6 hours, and his friend's stupid whims, thinking this is some kind of joint for them to hang out and gamble for fucking free. At least call for the maid your-fucking-self, dad, I'm not your fucking servant.

Or maybe he's trying to chase me out of the house, yes, that's it. He must be doing that because he's sick at looking at me studying about games while I should be out there studying accounting and business and how to fucking get laid.

Or maybe all he wants me to do is just go out and get a decent girlfriend so I won't be so damn bored at home. Within the span of two weeks, without any friends to intro, get a girlfriend, socialize, get new best friends, randomly, off the street.

REALLY CLEVER DAD. You know fucking well that I am sick and tired of having no one to talk to, and yet you still ask me to hold YOUR phone, with YOUR friends, calling in to YOUR number, when I am oh-so-totally-used to using it since I have held it for 1 hour.

Then he complains about my irregular sleeping time. Hello, I am a nice kid, I don't want to bug down your internet while you are there ONLINE GAMBLING with your friends, because I can barely get to read any manga anyway, so I go play the PS2.

So only when you get the fuck out of the TV room do I get to read any manga, and now you complain that I sleep at 1+ when you only get out of the room at 12!? Not to mention, you do some personal gambling yourself, using TWO computers.

Which means double streaming. Yes, it affects me, a hell lot. It slows everything down, and renders me unable to do anything but SULK and WHINE and go CRAZY at the littlest thing that can ever happen to me. Like mum trying to teach me her "Ways of Life".

Great, a preacher, this is why I don't likemy mum in the first place anyway. She doesn't just NAG, she PREACHES. Her words leads to me believing that she will not get bored when she takes me out, the same way I'm not supposed to get bored when she takes me out.

Seriously, REFLEXOLOGY!? Don't you already know that I hate massage parlors because of the trauma you gave me when I was young, in the effort of curing my SINUS which you said NEVER EXISTED. The where the hell am i getting all these mucus from!? HELL!?

Now you put me through 2 hours of pain just so that I can sleep better at night? What bullshit! In fact, after getting that massage, I've been having more troubles getting tired rather than sleeping better!

Seriously, sometimes I wish I should can just accept it all, then write it off as bad debts, the same way my face shows it.