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I could put a hugely long rant about how i hate my dad..

and a long transcribed conversation / world war 3 we had


but basically it amounts to.

DADDY... Daddy wasnt there..

to change my underwear..

it seems he doesnt CAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaareee...

daddy wasnt there.


that and... Witch man vampire is an idiot.


and that i demand perfection, but my demands cannot be met.


So...

In a world of imperfection...

Hows someone like me supposed to exist?!?!

Why cant i accept stupidity? Why cant i accept imperfection!!?? in anyone but myself....

So the real question is.

Who is it here that i should question?

My dad? or me.......