I'm not gonna lie, I get depressed fairly often...but why is it always something my dad says that tips me over the edge and into constant suicidal thoughts?

It never fails...whenever I'm feeling like**** he always manages to come along and say something like,"I've done 10 things today, what have you done? Nothing, you've been like this for days. Snap out of it. No wonder you have no friends!"

I had work off because of weather...I can't even do that much. What other son my age would even take the time to cook for his parents 4/7 days of the week?

Oh and of course when I grow up I'm gonna appreciate him...