What family?

What fucking family? I don't see anything that's close to a family in here anymore. What the fuck is this shit? It's fucking ridiculous, every fucking night now. Every fucking night I have to put up with this. I've gotten so fucking used to it to the point where I can just blast the T.V. or the music in my room as I continue to do whatever the fuck I please before I get fed up with shit and I have to do something. I am so fucking tired of it, all of it. I seriously don't understand what's up with my Sophomore year and everything just going downhill, I don't fucking understand. What the fuck is this shit? I seriously thought it was my dad, but you know what, over time I began to learn it was just my fucking mom getting crazier and crazier with her shit each and every day and night. What the fuck is wrong with you woman? I don't know what the fuck you're trying to do, or the kind of shit you're trying to pull but me and dad are fucking tired of it. You have no fucking idea how fucking peaceful it is at home when you're still out. It's fucking relaxing. Relaxing.. ha. I can never fucking use that fucking word anymore. Since when the fuck did I ever have anytime in this house where it's fucking relaxing? Like legit, being relaxed. It's fucking ridiculous. Every fucking night, fighting. I can't fucking sleep whenever I want to anymore because I always fucking worry. I always get woken up. You know, today, I was actually feeling relaxed. Things with me and my best friend are finally going back to where they were and i'm just sitting here watching the highlights of the Laker game. My dad was supposed to go to his friends for dinner earlier since they haven't seen each other in forever, but he decided to stay home with me since I was gonna be home alone. I don't know, but ever since this shit started, my dad and I have become much more chill with each other here and there. I told him he could go and I can watch myself in the house but he didn't want to go. He waited for my mom to come home to tell her that he was gonna be gone for a few hours and what does she do? She fucking takes his phone assuming that my dad is talking to another woman, when he obviously isn't. Trust me, he fucking isn't. She fucking takes it to read his fucking messages? What the fuck. Okay, my dad is like a little kid. He likes to stay in touch with his old high school friends that live here now in the States and they always try to chill out and stuff but they hardly do. So you know how these Filipino are, "OOO FACEBOOK FACEBOOK, HERE'S MY NUMBER OKAI." That type of shit. My fucking mom does not fucking understand that. She fucking assumes that every fucking woman my dad talks to, he literally fucks. What the fuck is that shit? Aren't you supposed to be fucking trusting in a marriage? What the fuck is wrong with you? I am so fucking tired of it. I have a feeling I get all my assumption and paranoia habits from you mom. It's fucking ridiculous. You know, why the fuck would you do that type of shit to dad? How fucking low are you? The guy is the only one fucking working his ass off here for us and you treat him like shit? I admit, I do too but I am trying to keep myself down on that shit. If it wasn't for him, we'd still be living a shitty ass life in the Philippines! What the fuck is wrong with you. You could have fucking injured dad doing shit like hitting him with the wooden part of the broom. What the fuck is that? Fucking unbelievable. I couldn't take it anymore so I just had to fucking grab you and put you into the house before we get into deeper shit. I'm sorry if I made you bleed, I didn't mean to. I was trying to fucking calm you down but you wouldn't fucking cooperate with me. Maybe you bled by cutting yourself from something in the doorway when I was trying to get you in the house. I am probably going to hell for "hurting" you mom. How fucking low is that right? Drastic measures just to fucking calm the house down? To calm your mom down? It's fucking ridiculous. I still feel ashamed. I hardly see you as a mother now. You know it's fucking sad too. I had to fucking patch you up like a little kid, I started crying. I had to fucking patch up dad with ice, worried like fuck because I thought you fucking broke his arm. You guys are fucking pathetic. You know, I thought after all that it would have all stopped. But nah, shit happens you know? More yelling. I couldn't take it anymore. Like the little boy I am, I fucking broke out into a tantrum. Yelling for both of you to calm the fuck down and talk this out. I was yelling that I was fucking tired of it all. You wouldn't fucking stop.. I don't know, it was a reflex I guess but I guess I kicked off one of the doors for the storage compartment under the sink. Now the whole door is gone. I'm sorry about that. I couldn't stop crying. I pulled myself together after a while, now I just feel dry. You guys are fucking ridiculous. I can't take this shit anymore. I don't know what else to say. I don't even know if I have the heart to keep a smile tomorrow.