Waking up at 1:30

I was asleep until 1:30 PM today because I stayed up way too late working on an art project, and my dad comes barging into my room to wake me up, scared the absolute bejeezus out of me, I'm in my Hello Kitty pajamas hugging my tiger plush, which he hates of course because he raised a son not a sissy, so I have to listen to like a half hour lecture about responsibility and getting a job before I actually get up to start my day. He covered how I’m wasting my life, how he was working two jobs by my age, how my “art crap” isn’t a real career, how I need to get a real job, build some discipline, stop living like a slob in his house. I just sat there nodding as always. By the time he finally sighed, shook his head, and left the room muttering about “kids these days,” I felt completely drained. I am so tired of living like this.