Arguing with father once more. I sometimes think he hates me- as I'm an academic failure and have an awkward personality. Then again, I think my mother hates me sometimes too. Sometimes. Thats how it feels. I'm not like Sophie (younger sister by 1 year), who's the 'perfect daughter'. Has nice, respectable friends who don't get hammered and go to house parties, is intelligent and successful in all she does, doesn't make mistakes and can cook. Rather well. My parents think I can't look after myself. Yesterday I printed off my CV- Monday I don't have college, so I'll go into town and start job hunting. BOOM.