God, please forgive me about what I'm going to say right here, but hey, what are the fucking odds at the moment?

I'm really upset with my dad. He accuses me of being a rough girl.

What's up with that? I'm never perfect. Heck! I was, am, never will BE perfect. Stop accusing, god damn it. Stop calling yourself my bloody slave. LOOK! You aren't the one doing the cooking. You aren't the one doing the laundry. You fucking wish to do your own laundry, that's your OWN business, SIR. I know you're mopping the floor, but hey, you don't have to fucking boast about it. It's just once in a fortnight. I'm not complaining about cooking. I know you can fucking cook, so why not just COOK? You don't need me, you stinking bastard. Who the fuck needs a fucking lousy, fucked-up Susu? No one, I mean it. NO ONE! Should I just get my shit and get out? Have a nice day too? I'm rough. But it's just me. I can never be feminine, no matter how hard you force me to use a skirt. Heck, I don't even GIVE a piss. If you hate it when I'm rough or fucking clumsy, then too bad, mate. It's ME. You can't just fucking change my nature. That'd be against Nature, man. Who the fuck fights against Nature? Go think about it, asshole. Dream about it. Be ENLIGHTENED!

Now I'm pissed. Good fucking night.