I'm done.

"You're done." The exact words my so called dad said to me after I slammed the door for the second time today. I never told you all this but the last time I was this low was when I heard my dad say that he wished he never had me, and I was so emotional after that, I "ran away" well just left the house when he was in the bathroom and didn't come back until my mom came home from work. Then today he admitted that whatever he had to do that prevented him from picking me up from work today was more important than me. How can the person who's supposed to love and protect you, the person who makes up one half of your DNA say something like that?