Inertia creeps

So tonight my dad has enjoyed getting down on me. First, he told me that Larry King was better than I was. That made me want to throw the footrest at the television. I stormed out of the room and said something like "Wow, you really put me down! Good!" Then, just a minute ago, he asked me if I wanted to talk and I said you know what, I actually do. Because I've been kind of down and frustrated lately (I should probably start fixing that.) So I told him what was wrong and he told me not to worry because I won't be friends with anyone from high school in about ten years anyway. I mean, that may be true but that's not what I want to hear when I'm feeling this low. Plus, I think I'm as sick as I was Tuesday again. Fuck me in the ass.