Addendum To: No Home To Come Home To

And another thing: I've felt it before, but I was able to shrug it off, but now, I am scared as hell that my parents want something from me every minute I'm at home.  Why can't you help me do this?  Why don't you do this in your bedroom?  What are you gonna do about this?  It feels non-stop now since they threw all my stuff away.  Just now My Fucking Father asked me what I'm going to do with the golf clubs.  I thought he wanted me to golf, and now he wants me to get rid of the golf clubs.  I don't know what I'm going to do with the golf clubs!  And he wants me to figure it out?  It wasn't fucking hurting anything to just ... leave it.  But now I have to worry about that, like I have to worry about this thing, and that thing, and that other goddamn thing. ...