OK, FOR THE LAST DAMN TIME, MY PARENTS KNOW THAT I DO NOT LIKE THINGS TOUCHING ME.
MY DAD WALKS IN, TICKLES ME, BUT HE KNOWS I HATE IT. SO THEN I TELL HIM TO STOP, BUT HE DOES IT AGAIN. THEN, MY MOTHER GETS REALLY DAMN F*****G ANNOYED, AND DECIDES TO MAKE ME SHUT UP. I SAY TO MY MOTHER, "MOM, YOU KNOW THAT I HATE THINGS TOUCHING ME". SHE SLAMS MY LAPTOP DOWN, BREAKS A SMALL PORTION OF KEYS, AND ASKS ME TO STOP. SHE THEN REINFORCES HOW MOODY I AM, YET SHE IS THE ONE WHO MADE ME MOODY.