i hate living at my parents' house. tonight my parents got home around 11, had been out somewhere and drink was involved. my dad is such a massive dick when he is drunk, he winds my mum up and she takes the bait and soon stuff is being thrown around whilst i'm trying to finish cleaning up the kitchen. everyone suffers when this *** goes on. i wish i could afford to live away from there all the time. unfortunately i'm not with someone well off like my sister whose boyfriend part owns the house they live in with others from their uni.

and all of this having to do jobs around the house to "keep the peace". i have no objection to pulling my weight but it bothers me that apparently i'm doing it to stop my dad from attacking me again. unfortunately i've nowhere to go, no mates to see and no money to do anything with. i hate it here so much. i want out but i'm stuck til september, assuming the letting agency gets off their arse and answers the phone so that loose ends on the room i'm trying to let can be tied.