I do. I feel...so depressed right now. On Saturday my dad came as usual and for some irrational reason I couldn't open the door, I had to run upstairs and hide. So my dad leant on the doorbell until my mum answered and asked him what he was doing being so rude like that. He stormed in and demanded to know why we didn't open the door to him, guns blazing, foaming at the mouth. (And he wonders why) So my sister simply replied with four words, "I don't like you" (Well three words and abbreiviation.) and to that my dad stormed out, taking Lauren's bobbles with him and smashing the door in temper (it split in two) and storming out, ripping the han