Lights Are On, Nobody's Home

I'm just sitting here hungry as hell because I'm too broke to buy food for the house. I would actually buy food for me but that's never enough for my douchebag father and then I'm just cheap. If we don't spend between $150-$200 at the store on chips and cakes and candies then there is obviously nothing to eat in the house. I'm happy having a bunch of instant food and things that are ready to cook but who knew that was a sin? I'm also sinning by listening to the black album by Metallica since I never ever listen to it. I've cleaned my dog piss and vomit ridden floor already tonight and the rest of the house so the magical cleaning fairy stopped in and sprinkled the goodness yet again without my father noticing. His couch is off limits within about ten feet now because it smells that horrible. Even he has finally acknowledged how bad it smells and blames me for not finding a couch on craigslist to buy to replace it. My truck didn't start today because it sat since Monday afternoon without being started or anything. That's not right of course but it's expected because of my stereo. I was able to get it started after charging it for a bit to get my student loan deferment forms faxed out so that they can't garnish all of my imaginary wages. I am seriously just sick of my life and want a new one. It seems like every aspect of my life has these giant question marks hovering over them and there's not enough time in the day to get an answer. Most days I feel like I'm just a pawn in somebody else's game and I'm not meant to understand my life. I think I'm just supposed to sit here and take it like the asshole that I am and see where it all ends up at the end of the day.