I hate my dad. My family unfortunately sells some not legal items for money. It sucks but we do it because we need to eat too. Anyway, I got the wrong thing and gave it to my dad. He got all pissed off about it and said 'You need to get these things right if you're gonna live in life' or whatever. It pissed me off, because who does he think he is? Does he think I'm gonna make my living selling illegal items? So what if I don't get the correct thing? I'm not gonna be doing this shit. I already don't want to do it, I'm going to college all of the shit he does and has me do can fuck up my chances if I get caught with it. But I have to do it or else I'll be a bad child for not doing it. It sucks, and I hate him. I wish he was dead sometimes, the only reason why I'd want him alive is because my mom loves him or whatever. Other than that, I fucking hate him.