Happy Father's Day? What a Big Joke!

What has my dad done for me? Insult me-"poor girl" ing whoever is going to be rooming with me-with me right there. Calling me names, so why should he have a happy day being dad? He's a horrible parent, oh, wait, both of them are, favouring my little brother, little mister perfect, has a job, has friends, doing his chores and then yelling at me because of a freaking floor that is already dry! What did I do to them to make them hate me so much? Oh, yeah, I was born in the first place instead of him. I can't wait for Tuesday and then I can finally move out! I can't believe that they are the children of my grandparents, because my grandparents are actually nice for the most part. They're hypocrites, liars, and just mean. What luck I've had with my parents *sarcasm*

What I Feel Like

*Sorry for this post, just ...want to see if this works. *

This is a song that I feel fits what I feel most of the time, and right now, particularly strong because my parents don't think the play is worth their time, and told me that one of my options was to not come home. Well, I haven't gone home in over 5 years, so that's pretty hard to do, but anyways. Here's the song:

Here are the lyrics that apply to me (no repeats):

You don't know my name
You don't know anything about me
I try to play nice
I want to be in your game
I'm telling you to your face
I'm standing here behind your back

You don't know how it feels to be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like to be left out
And you don't know how it feels to be your own best friend
On the outside looking in

I'm tired of staying at home
I'm bored and all alone
I'm sick of wasting all my time