So, I just dropped my girlfriend off at work, she works at a grocery store. On impulse, I bought a box of donuts on the way out. I'm 6'1" and 150 lbs, I eat healthy food regularly. I brought my donuts home and took one out to eat, at which point my father noted that I had purchased donuts. SIN SIN SIN. He yelled at me for a good ten minutes about what a "retarded" purchase I had made, and how donuts are "fucking shit," and what and idiot I am for eating them. So I threw my donuts away and went to the bathroom and cried. I don't cry anymore.. I'm not clinically depressed anymore. I think him yelling at me just brings back feelings from my childhood. I can't believe my mom sent me here to live with the crazy fucker, she made him leave for a reason. If I retaliate to his bitching he'll kick me out and I'll live on the street. He was pounding on the bathroom door a minute later demanding to know why I was taking so long. I cleaned up and came out and he went in there to obsessively scrub the sink and stuff. I took a box cutter and cut myself while he was busy. Fantastic. Here I am, bleeding in my pants, nothing I can do about it really. My girlfriend will see it tonight, blame herself, and do the same. GREAT. I just wanted a fucking donut, you stupid asshole.