I managed to screw the process of making dinner up. Like usual. It's always my fault. Everything I do, say or think is wrong. I feel like this is a prison and I'm that one who didn't get away.
God, every time i think he gets better he gets worse. He's an complete asshole.
Because I forgot to turn off the light in the bathroom he says we are not allowed to use it. He actually locked the door to the bathroom. My mom agrees with him because she's afraid that he's gonna get mad. I hate him I hate him so much argh.