School, Dad, and Listening

School fucking sucks. No, I'm not being a sheep, going along with how people supposedly hate it and would rather stay home to play XBox or something. I sincerely hate it.
The way teachers demand respect, but don't earn it. I hate some of the people there, too. The way the fuckhead derros prance around like  they're better than everyone else, then go smoke in the bathroom at lunch. They're pathetic, they make life as hard as possible as they can.
No, I'm not bullied. I can't pretend I am. I know people have it worse, but I want people to listen to my problems. Yeah, that's right, I have them too. Just because people have it worse than me doesn't mean my life is perfect, it isn't.
My Dad is an asshole. No, he's not abusive, he's not alcoholic. He just sits on his fat ass all day and expects everything to be handed to him on a silver platter. Well guess what? That's about to change. I'm sick of it, the way how you walk into a room, everyone's attention has to be on you. I try saying something important that happened that day, and you just start talking like what you say about the weather or some shit is more important.

I just want people to realise that even though they have it bad, it's nice to be listened to.
So if you think you have problems, talk to a friend, see how they feel.