My dad concluded quite sarcastically that we must not need him anymore.

Guess what injustice committed led him to this fact. Come on, guess. Alright, I'll tell you.

I didn't say "good morning" to him.

I'm serious.

I don't think I can take much more of this.

My father said to me today, quote, "It doesn't matter what you think."

This was part of a conversation that sprouted up because I was being rude to him. And by "being rude to him" I mean "leaving my room to do my homework elsewhere when my dad came into my room to keep me company". And by "keep me company" I mean "spy on me to make sure I was doing my homework and refusing to admit it".

So now, if I'm ever rude to him again, I won't be able to use the computer. And by "if I'm ever rude to him again" I mean "if I ever have a differing opinion than him again".

All anyone wants are numbers. Numbers numbers numbers freaking numbers. I can't stand numbers, which just pisses me off because I'm good with numbers, so everyone expects me to like numbers but I don't like numbers because everything these days is numbers numbers numbers and when my dad asks me how I did in school today I can't say I did pretty good because all he wants are numbers numbers numbers and more numbers and why do they want a number for everything?