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Why can I not have a family who loves me as much as people to whom I'm not even related? Why can't I have the inspirational, supportive Father that I see everywhere else? I'm tired of his double standard, and I'm tired of the chain he's got around my neck. I've nearly cut off contact with him completely, yet he still finds a way to bring me down and feel like nothing. All I am is a possession. I swear to God, and mark my words, if he fucks up my college career, and ruins the life I've made on my own, I'll do something extreme- most likely involving a weapon and a mortality.
Mark my words; I'm convinced that, until he's dead, I'll never be free.
Mark my words; I'm convinced that, until he's dead, I'll never be free.