wtf

I was pissed at Kelly for having all her friends over passed 2 am, so I decided I should talk to her about it- just to tell her that she should be understanding of when I do something to make her mad if I'm understanding of her antics.

Her response was- it was Halloween, I thought you'd have a life and be out. She then continued with: if it had been you I probably would have left you alone and gone somewhere else.

It was 2:30 in the morning, I was going to sleep. I can't go somewhere else to sleep, this is my room.

How is it that I'm now the bad guy because I came home to my own room on a school night to sleep?

Every time I hear her talk I hate her a bit more. I'm finding a way out of this room...somehow.