Thank God for School Shootings

You know, right now I'm so angry I can barely write. I arrived home at 11:00 pm tonight, which is a perfectly reasonable time. As per my father's bloody puritan views, though, it was "late."

Now I have no car, no freedom, and; most likely, soon no house. Yes, he threatened to kick me out.

I was home at 11:00 pm.

He is, slowly but surely, dismantling all of my carefully layed plans, with about as much subtlety as a madman with a chainsaw.

I'm still nearly quivering with rage. He asked me, "What are you going to do with the next 6 months?"

It took all of my effort not to reply, "try to persuade myself not to stab you. repeatedly."

Seriously, if I weren't a fucking intelligent, clear-minded person, I would be one of those people who shoot up schools. Not saying they don't deserve it.