No, Dad. You're right.

   I fake all this stuff. The crying, the panic attacks, the yelling and breaking shit for no reason is all for attention. I just want to watch our family slip further and further into poverty so I fake all of this so you can waste money on my treatment. I love seeing my mom and sisters cry. And I would love nothing more then to completely ignore my nephew the one time I'll see him out of this year. It all makes me so happy.
   And you're right, you're fine to drive drunk. If you kill someone it'll be just fine. I don't care, I just like to mess with you.
God... Fuck you. Really.