My Name Is Kelti.

Okay, so yea..I understand that you’re my father and this is “your house with your rules” (apparently mom has no control, which is another bad part of your dumb-ass brain that I can’t stand) I get that. However, IN ORDER FOR ME TO TALK TO YOU AND TREAT YOU WITH RESPECT YOU HAVE TO TREAT ME WITH RESPECT TOO. Did you get that? No….I really don’t think you did. And that is the nice way of saying it. Let’s try this….YOU ARE A FUCKING ASS-HOLE WHO NEEDS TO OPEN HIS FUCKING EYES AND REALIZE THAT YOU DONT SIT ON SOME HIGH UP FUCKING THROWN (spelt wrong? I don’t care.) WITH BIG BIG SHINY ASS CROWN SITTING ON YOUR HEAD. YOU AND MOM ARE EQUALS. Yes I know “I’m the kid.” And therefore you seem to think you can talk to me however you want (COMPLETE BULLSHIT). But mom and you are equal. And you know what’s funny about that? You treat her with only a tad bit more respect than you do me. I think Harrison get the most respect around here. Just wait until he is old enough to see how big of a horrible person you are. Yes, you are my father and I love you, but I can barely say that you have been anything close to a dad.  
GO FUCK YOURSELF.

(the worst part about this is that when I am this fucking pissed off I need to leave and go for a walk or something but guess who isn’t allowed to leave the house?! this kid)