Daddy dearest.... Pfft. Yeah, right.
My dad is SUCH a fucking Nazi. And when I call him that, I don't actually mean that he loves Hitler, I just mean that he's being a bitch. He's pissed off at me for having a bestest friend (whom I love with all my heart). Stupid, ain't it?? This friend of mine calls me obsessively EVERY NIGHT, which I love. It makes me feel wanted. We talk for hours, granted we have silences inbetween coversations... AND GUESS WHAT, BOYS AND GIRLS!! My asshole father (whom I remind you is not worthy of living) has stunted my phone time with my friend to just TWENTY FUCKING MINUTES, and only once a night. No calling each other back. Ya know what I think of it? I think it's BULLSHIT. I think almost everything that comes out of my dad's mouth is... Like everytime he opens his ugly, moustached mouth he just fucking projectile-vomits a steaming spray of bullshit. Tee-hee, that would be pretty damn funny to watch. I'd pay to see him do that.*laughs evilly* >:3
He doesn’t understand how I feel. I know that sounds really stupid coming from a teenager, but seriously, sometimes I wonder if my dad is even capable of feeling emotions… He doesn’t show anything. He’s like a god damn robot. I hate it. He doesn’t understand love. He’s never loved anyone in his whole fucking life. *sighs* God, I wish he'd just up and fucking die. I know it's mean to say such a thing, but I have soooooo many reasons to hate him. If you've ever met my dad, he might seem like a nice guy, but he's really not. He's a fucking bitch who deserves to be poisoned with some kind of poisonous poison. And even if that poison doesn't kill him, it'll at least make him hurt good, or throw up, or have some reeeeally nasty diarrhea (*evil grin*). Right now, the only thing keeping me from crying my eyes out of their sockets is “I am the Walrus.”
Koo-koo ka-choo,
Panda.
Give me hug. :'(
He doesn’t understand how I feel. I know that sounds really stupid coming from a teenager, but seriously, sometimes I wonder if my dad is even capable of feeling emotions… He doesn’t show anything. He’s like a god damn robot. I hate it. He doesn’t understand love. He’s never loved anyone in his whole fucking life. *sighs* God, I wish he'd just up and fucking die. I know it's mean to say such a thing, but I have soooooo many reasons to hate him. If you've ever met my dad, he might seem like a nice guy, but he's really not. He's a fucking bitch who deserves to be poisoned with some kind of poisonous poison. And even if that poison doesn't kill him, it'll at least make him hurt good, or throw up, or have some reeeeally nasty diarrhea (*evil grin*). Right now, the only thing keeping me from crying my eyes out of their sockets is “I am the Walrus.”
Koo-koo ka-choo,
Panda.
Give me hug. :'(