Fuck it all.

Bad day.

Surprise! Dad's already coming home from New Orleans. Absolutley fucking fantastic (insert sarcasm here). He is on his way home, and he wasn't even down there for a week. I know I should be sitting here typing about how excited I am that my dad is coming home, but I'm not going to lie. I don't want him to come home yet. Life at home is so much easier without him here.

I don't have constant headaches from the smoke.
I don't have to listen to him bitch.
I don't have to help him on the computer.
I don't have to clean up after him when I get home from school.
I don't have to pretend to be listening when he talks to me.

I know it sounds all so selfish, but that's how I feel.

And on top of it all. I started my period today. WONDERFUL! So now I get to drown myself in chocolate milk for the next week. Just what I need, huh? More fucking calories.

Fuck.