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I like how my dad is pissed at me for a note that got left on my car... ya know, b/c i asked for it and all.
I swear, he ruins everything. Tonight was fun, but it would've been so much better had he not been there. Apparently now, not only is he disgusted by me, but by my friends as well.
I'm so tired of being here, alone, dealing with this shit. I have learned to silence tears and stifle screams. I've learned that tears of sadness really do tickle your chin, but that is doesn't matter, because those same tears leave a permanent stain. There is no bleach to cleanse away this agony.
It's like I'm not even a person anymore. I'm just this presence for him to abuse. If his words were knives, I'd be scrimshaw.
I swear, he ruins everything. Tonight was fun, but it would've been so much better had he not been there. Apparently now, not only is he disgusted by me, but by my friends as well.
I'm so tired of being here, alone, dealing with this shit. I have learned to silence tears and stifle screams. I've learned that tears of sadness really do tickle your chin, but that is doesn't matter, because those same tears leave a permanent stain. There is no bleach to cleanse away this agony.
It's like I'm not even a person anymore. I'm just this presence for him to abuse. If his words were knives, I'd be scrimshaw.