He is such a hypocrite. I was eating a lollipop in my room, and he came in and said “why are you eatin that? Do you need that?” Well I wonder if he NEEDS the 10 brownies he eats. Also, he’ll be telling me about all the things I did wrong in a basketball game, and I didn’t want to be too mad at him, I don’t want to hurt his feelings so I say “I’m in a bad mood, can we not talk about this right now?” And he’ll say that I need a reason to be upset and I want to tell him “they are these little things we like to call hormones that come and f****** screw up your life. He treats me like I’m five. He’ll drop me off at the bus stop, and he’ll yell, for everyone to hear “love you, be very careful!” SHUT THE F*** UP!!!! Wtf is your problem. I want to punch him in the face.