So Dad and my brother are doing their best to screw things up for this family. Yes Dad. Waste £70 pounds a week on cigarettes. Waste our money so we have none to spend on basic things like food. Make us live with the threat of eviction over our heads. Why not bully Mum some more too, you seem to love that. Go ahead and apologise to your friends rather than us, because they're so much more important.
Dear brother, please stop bringing people into the house. Your friends keep breaking things and leaving a mess. And throwing your car keys into a bush while having a strop? Great idea because, you know, the car totally isn't in an alleyway and unlocked and holding several very important and expensive things in them that don't belong to you.
I'm getting so tired of their antics. It's ruining everyone's lives. Home doesn't feel safe anymore. It's more like a gosh darned battleground and I can never be at ease here. Home is supposed to be a relaxed place, not a warzone for two selfish and narcissistic prats.