Go away.

I wish Dad knew how miserable he makes me. I was stupid to ask him to move in. He said I could ask him to leave at any time, but I'm not that big enough of a douche. Even when I'm happy, all it takes is a few words (or lack thereof) from him to make me sad. I love him, but I don't like him. I was particularly depressed about Uni the other day. When I attempted to vent, he got up and walked out of the room. I wish he'd go live somewhere else.

Bad home situation + Uni woes x continually reinforced feelings of worthlessness and hopelessness = 15 hours straight on /b/.

I don't fucking know why I get up in the morning anymore.