i hate my father. he's so argh..

anyway tis mornin i woke up at 7 my bro was play ps den i went back to slp
n i woke up jus now he 's still playin
so i told him i help him dl maple tomolo
cus he play vv long den i ask him not to play com already
n i said it nicely okay
den he started to throw his temper around
he foned my mummy den throw the fone on the floor
cus for i-dont-noe-wad-reason

den i went into the kitchen n help my maid wif the cooking
den my father came in n i said "pa weiting threw the fone on the floor"
den he said "it must have something to do wif you rite?"
den i was thinking
-okay so now when weiting starts to throw temper. it's always my fault
i mean wth

so nvm fast forward
i decided to go back to the room to slp abit more
den i knock on the door
he didnt respond so i knock again
den i started shouting
"can you open the door...bakh blah blah"

den he opened the door n he went to another room to bang the door
den my father came in n told me "i had enuff of you two..blah..blah..blah"

why has he had to tell me
its not my fucking problem


so the day started wif tis
i dont think i have any mood to blog anymore
anyway the day before we went n caught 'just my luck'