Family, the bloody bane of my fucking life

Family...ah....one of the greatest joys of life...
NOT...
did you know that family is one of the worst things that you can get stuck with
here is a note to my family

to my mum:
stop complaining about what kind of stress you're under...i try to understand
but when you say you're stressed and then come home to an ALREADY tidied home don't say its messy cause that just fucks up my mood
and also, do try to keep track of where the fuck you put all your fucking things instead of leaving them on the fucking floor of my fucking room.
you know what?
i'll make it short to save you the online embarrasment
FUCK YOU....ok?


to ines and ch'ng tyne:

stop fucking complaining about what i do and when i do it, because i'm the only person who is cleaning this fucking house and if you don't like it i'll rub your noses in the fucked up, week old shit you spilt on the floor.
also, you are given a fucking phone for a motherfucking reason and it is NOT to play Bounce with. no, you are given that fucking piece of 1000 bucks technology so that whenever and wherever the fuck you go i can fucking contact you to tell you that your fucking play time is over...ok?


to the whole family:
you are the most fucked up people i will ever meet

p.s.
to dad:
thanks for the Club Monaco shirts and the vest
and also for the new Ralph Lauren shirts too....
at least one person understands me