Fuck this, that, and fucking everything

I had a pretty good day until I came "home". When I woke up there was like no one around, I got dressed and went to work. Work was pretty cool- then I went downstairs for sushi, and caught up with a few friends. Afterwards I wandered around, did some shopping, called out another friend, ate dinner and watched The Hunger Games. I thought the movie was mediocre but my friend quite enjoyed it. Anyway I didn't really pay for the movie but rather for a good time out and friendly company, and I got that. Food was good, everything was nice. 

UNTIL I CAME "HOME". Omfg it's torture to even step in this fucking house. On the bus back, 3 phone calls asking me where I was. It's not like I hadn't called all night. I fucking said that I'd be eating dinner in town and that I'd watch a movie which finished at 9. SO, DOES IT MAKE SENSE, TO CALL ME 3 FUCKING TIMES, WITHIN A 15MIN INTERVAL, WHEN I SAY I'M ON THE BUS/ WAITING FOR THE BUS. Argh, it frustrates me so. That, and when I got home I got this lecture about watching who I should be hanging out with- because apparently my "parents" were particularly cautious about this best-friend of mine- maybe they thought my friend was gonna rape me when we hung out alone or something. It sounds like a joke but I have a suspicion that is what they ACTUALLY think. 

I already felt super-embarassed when my friends got kicked out a couple of nights ago. I mean, it's not like I had anything to do the next day, and they were in fact my friends- this is what I hate about not having a house of my own. WE WEREN'T EVEN DOING ANYTHING. WE LITERALLY JUST SAT THERE AND WATCHED TV. It's that fucked up thing about me having to sleep at 10pm and waking at 7am or something. This is worse than when I was 9. At least when I was 9, when even my sleep schedule was dictated, I could cry and whinge and throw a tantrum. Now, I can't even do anything, and other than the vivid imaginations in my head of bashing a certain someone against a wall, I have zero consolation.

To be honest I feel pretty violent this instant. I reckon if anyone said even the slightest agitating thing I'd want to club their head in and watch their brains and blood run a bloody mesh down their face. Let's just say that despite having a generally wonderful time, I'm not feeling too great right now, and if I could kill someone without repercussions I probably would.

I really do hate my life right now.