dreamin of tacos but setlin for brandy

my dad went off on me last nigt talkin shit. lest he didnt hit me. i didnt say shit to him. didnt even look at him. he thinks ima worthless fuck and hes right. nothin to do today and no wear to go. bored outa my fuckin mind. there nothin eat and havnt ate since those fuckin tacos. but theres beer and blackberry brandy and those pills dad gave me for christmas. guess i shulda wrote my mom back. i dont no. fuck her to. maybe tomorow. i dont like thinkin about her but i cant stop thinkin about her