Life sucks, and then you die. So the old saying goes. I am now thouroughly endorsing it.
Okay, maybe I'm being a little over dramatic, but I don't really give a damn.
I am exausted, both mentally and physically. I have not slept for more than three hours at a time in weeks (and even then I wake up constantly) and my mind is just dying, slowly, every time I talk to my father.
The man has no tolerence for anyone who he deems to be 'different', including me. It. Is. Hell.
He is incosiderate, and racist. He insists on pointing out every negative thing about me picking on every insecure feeling I have. He is so sexist its not even funny, you'd