Just had a massive fight with my parents, ended up having a fit and headbutting the wall.

Every Saturday night for the past 5 years has been 'steak night'. Its been the same steak with no attempt to improve for 5 years. Always overcooked and burnt. My parents are ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ arrogant as ♥♥♥♥. They are typical 'muh bloody meat is bad' ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ who think they cook amazing steaks despite the fact that we have to buy new knives every month because the ones we have get broken cutting through the tough steak.

Anyway I went downstairs to get a cup of tea and my dad started acting really arrogantly and saying 'Oh look! Fat boy is here... he must be expecting our tasty steak! It'll be a few hours yet son'. He had a really ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ smug look on his face and frankly something about it just rubbed me the wrong way so I told him 'Actually I hate steak night, the steak is always overcooked and you never give me a chance to cook for myself'.

He got really defensive of his ♥♥♥♥ steak. He started telling me that he has been to dozens of steak houses including ones in America and that his steak tops the lot. Then he told me that if I want to eat blood that I 'should ♥♥♥♥ off back to Transylvania with the other romanian scum you voted to keep in the country' (i voted remain in the referendum). Turned into a shouting argument, I got fed up and headbutted the wall as hard as I could. In pain now. Dad told me I am not having any tea tonight, so I'll probably go to Subway.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝑜𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒫𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉
i sad so i coom
i coom and i coom again
sad i am again

kill yourself

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