"I'm more tired than you"

I've been hit with this enough at times when I admit I'm tired to my dad. Nothing ruins a day more with him obviously gaslighting me for no reason... again. Here I was a day without sleep and he wants to know if I want to go to Disney,  which is basically a cess pool this time of year, when all I want to do is sleep (and avoid crowds of annoying tourists of course)

He then gives me a look when I forcefully reply nothing when he asks what is wrong... Like I don't know, take a fucking guess. Don't give me that look like Im in some damn bratty mood.

This isn't the first time he guilted and invalidated me anyway. I wanted to come home early from eating out/ shopping on a school night because he takes forever to leave and his response is something along the lines of "I want sleep too" and he acted like I was going to take his sleep like I was the one making him go out late... no sweetie going out early is supposed to give you time to sleep,  not less (instead of establishing a steady schedule so he gets more than 3 hours of sleep like a responsible adult he is supposed to be)

So basically what I get from this: my dad's tiredness invalidates mine, I'm not allowed to feel tired or complain, I'm not supposed to sleep in class or get bad grades but he is fine with going out late anyway.

My not so supportive father

Sorry to say this,  but this is only here to rant. I'm going to be vague and say my dad is a shitty parent. He infuriates me to no fucking end. A parents job is to be supportive, comforting, caring, reliable,  etc. By all means he is hardly a parent.
For fucks sake, when I make plans a day before to buy shoes because my tattered ones are hurting my feet at my job, the next day he gets angry when I want to leave before the shoe store closes. He's playing some dumb face book farming game which is more important than his own child. He had the odacity to say I wanted him to drop everything. Despite his complaint he says fine (a common occurrence,  say no and complain but say something along the lines of fine whatever, hence making me feel guilty) and then he acts grumpy like some child for the next half hour. This occurence was weeks ago.
His other not so fartherly moments: telling me not to cry when I was throwing a silent tantrum (no crying allowed wowwww) instead of comforting me.  Just scolding. Just like when today I showed my dislike for getting another blood withdrawal, he tells me to get over it. I hate needles,  I hate watching and feeling my blood get sucked out. I might have a thyroid problem, but after 2 lost blood tests I am doubtful about another test. Not like my dad wants to spend money on medication or any kind of treatment anyway.