FTB Part two chapter one

Day One

Well, I finally did it. Instead of sitting in complacency, I got up off of my lazy a*s and did something, anything to make a difference in my own life. I initiated and handled confrontation for the first time in a long time. Today, I moved out of my parents house. "No more", I repeated to myself time and time again, "no more. I am done." My mother was rather apporoving and understanding. Ken just remained the same. He asked me," Why the f**k are you doing this?" I replied calmly," Because you get irrational, and overly irate, and yell way too loud all the time, and you don't treat me like a person like Mom does."
My dad didn't enjoy that. He doesn'th like being told that he is wrong. He doesn't like help. He took the other route than I did. When you have gone through the same things that we went through, it seems like you only have a few options, ya know? You can choose to either be a controlling self-sufficient a*****e with no friends, or become a loveable, try to make everthing right the most irrational impulistic way possible. If you've understood up to this point, you can guess who chose which.
"I GET MAD?!?!?! I GET IRRATIONAL?!?!?! SIT THE F**K DOWN AND LET ME TELL YOU S**T ABOUT LIFE, THERE BOY!"
"I don't have to take this anymore, Ken. I'm done with all of this. You can't even see past yourself."
"I can see just fine. It's you who needs the f*****g lasic surgery. You think you're this huge hotshot. You ain't ever done s**t with your life. "Oh look at me I did this, I barely got by doing this..." blah blah blah bullshit. You go home and cry to your mom," Mommy, mommy, daddy is angry with me. Mommy mommy wipe my a*s for me." You have to grow the f**k up sometime Ryan. That's all I'm tryin to do pal. You think you're so grown up, smoking cigarettes, going to shows, piercing your ears, that bullshit tattoo. It all makes you look like a f*****g f*g. You don't see how other people perceive you. You got your head wrapped up in this little f*****g catshit story, and make everything else work perfectly to fit your little plot. You're problem is you overthink too much. You make everything a lot more blown out of proportion than it is, god damnit! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST F*****G LEARN!?!?"
"Because I don't know how it feels to be high up on a cross like you are. Is it lonely?"