My bad choices the night prior. My stomach hurts & my back hurts, and I've had a never ending headache for three weeks from stress.

I just want to lay down and not leave my room for the rest of the day and that is exactly what I do.

My father, born in 1969, is a fucking child.

Make my burgers with butter. He gets mad and says make it without butter (even though I didnt even want to make dinner). Then says he'll never buy food for dinner unless I specifically ask. (This will change back to his normal in 3 days.)

I do not want cheese burgers. I am still feeling from--

Stuff. I don't feel well today because quite frankly im am actual idiot and had 3 grilled cheese for dinner & am lactose intolerant. I dont feel like making dinner. I did not volunteer to make dinner.

He gets mad at me because I dont want to make dinner, espeically without butter as I always--

Who knows. Might just have to hope I get a job super soon so I actually have the money to buy one myself. 174 job applications since january--None have gone through so far. Hopefully something happens soon

It couldn't have POSSIBLY flown out of the truck.

So now I will sit here in a bed, using a blanket for a bedsheet, still thankful I have a bed but still very angry at my father. I don't think he has the capability to understand how I feel at this point.

There's a 50/50 chance of him getting me it.

And it's not like I came in yelling at him, I was just, "Hey. I Think you lost my bedsheets at the laundromat."

He got on the defensive saying he checked the dryer. I asked if it flew off his truck because he puts the laundry in his truck bed and doesn't cover it, so it can go flying.

He says, no.

My only fitted sheet I own, too.

Didn't even apologize, either. Just said "Well, what do you want me to do?"

The fuck you mean? Buy me a new one!

He's lost my pillow case, too. Luckily, I had an old one to replace it, but overall it just pisses me off. It's always my stuff he loses, never his.