Im so hungry now. But if i go downstairs and make something, my dad will waddle down in his underwear and ask me 20 questions.

I am a prisoner in my own house, and always have been.

At least they taught me how to be cautious, meticulous, stealthy, ect.

He goes in my room when im not home. He audits the verizon sht to see what websites i go to. I have no privacy. None of our doors have locks. Not even the bathroom. Not even the downstairs bathroom that has 2 doors. Not my room. Not nothing.