im so pissed i cant find the words to express how i feel.

to dad:
im not a fucking driver, and i have no obligations to send u wherever u want to go. if u want to drink and destroy your health, go ahead. but dont come home and fucking kick up a fuss. cos i dont take such shit. u say u're stressed, that's why u drink. i say u're selfish and stuck up and u dont see how much stress ur drinking is causing me and mom. im sad to say this, but u're a disgrace, and like i've said so much earlier, i've lost respect for u.

to mom:
my license does not mean i have to pick up dad when he's drunk. im tired. i have sch, i work freelance, u complain bout him and all his doings, i've had enough. i dont think i have to entertain u and dad when im alr so fucking tired myself. i need to rush arnd to get things done. but i'd gladly do so if its smth i willingly do. dont make me go to the coffeeshop, sit there and WAIT for dad to finally decide to stop drinking, just so i can send him home. hello, u jolly well know how he is like when he drinks. im amazed u still hold hope after so many years. and when that hope is dashed, dont fucking come complaining to me and screaming vulgarities. cos HE cant hear and HE doesnt know. if u've got guts, tell him that in his face. i dont need this.

i need an outlet.