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Blah...it's my dad again -sighs-

As you may have guessed by now, my dad's a very angry man...and I think that perhaps he needs to go into an anger management class. now I don't mean to sound self centered or anything like that...but I really need to vent, so here goes.

It's not like anybody reads my journal too often anyways >.<

This morning I couldn't sleep because of the t.v. so I went out and I asked my dad to turn it down, he got PISSED [all in caps because that was his anger level, perhaps it was higher] and ranted for a bit, going downstairs and watching t.v. there. He didn't have to do anything to the t.v. at all, after all, I'm the child.

Anyways, so I woke up to see my laptop gone, this means he was punishing me for something. I, of course, didn't see what I'd done wrong, so I went downstairs to ask him why he took away my laptop, not a terrible thing to do, right? Wrong.

He told me that he took it away because I'm taking away his rights in his own home. Me, taking away his rights? All of this drama and crap just because I asked him to turn down the t.v. -sighs- Imagine what would have happened if I'd asked him to do something else that's so irrational rolleyes

Anyways, back to the story. I told him that I wasn't doing that and he didn't have to do anything at all, he could have just stayed upstairs...then, as usual, he started to cuss. Got like...five inches away from my face [a new record mind you] and cussed at me, every other word. Every word in the book too!

Blahegers...so after a short while we got at it again. He did wind up giving me my stuff back...but because he was over reacting, I used a quote from my best friend in the whole world. I told him "It's only an apple Mark..." then he asked me to say it again two times. Now, the story behind this is that my friend had put apples in the fridge and her old step dad Mark flipped his lid. When I mentioned Mark's name, my father went bolistick!

Here is where it really gets sad:

He stomped up to me, did the whole male towering above you thing, then he moved his hand towards me and forced me back towards the couch. Now, I don't know if I've ever written about this before, but my dad's choked me really twice, the first time he ever had physical contact didn't count as choking, it was more like his hand was around my windpipe in the front. Anyways, so three times if you count that one as well. So, naturally, I was a bit scared. I backed into the couch and instead of choking me, he dug his finger nail into my skin. It may have just been his finger, I don't know...all I know is that it was pointy.

-sighs- Anyways, he then started to cuss at me and yell all sorts of profanities, telling me to never say that again and all those things, putting cuss words in between all of it.

Anyways...it's starting to get to be too much. I HATE crying with a passion...but I cried for over a half an hour today, almost crying on the bus and in my first hour class...enough is enough, right? But...what can I do to make him stop?

-shakes my head- I really need some support right now guys...

On a lighter note, platypusses lay eggs!