Went to sleep at 11 but woke up at 2. Played on my phone until 7am. Should have gone to work with dad. Fell back asleep. He went to work. Woke up at 12. Cooked hotpot. Cleaned a little bit. I don't know why I'm so lazy living here. Because I don't like him? I'm addicted to internet? Pr made me lazy? He came home. He is doing it again. Complaining I'm useless, bring nothing to the table. He is stuck with me.