Sometimes I just hate my Dad and sometimes I wish I have a mum to just cry to. He’s making this house unbearable for me, it’s not my fault that I don’t have a 9-5 job, it’s not my fault that my online business is not going well. I barely make sales but I won’t kill myself. Anytime he’s at home it’s always hell for me, I start to blame myself for not having a job and it’s not like he’s giving me money. He doesn’t know how I get things for myself . He borrowed me #20k for my business because I wanted to clear it then, now he won’t let me hear word. Until I unalive myself before he rest.