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Do you ever try so hard not to cry that your eyes are practically burning and you feel the ocean of tears swelling up behind your retina?
That's how I felt five minutes ago, but the aching in my chest finally gave in and the stream of tears started rolling down my face.
My mom and my dad fought over the phone.
The yelling, the harsh yelling pierced my ears with so much hate.
I can't take this.
My dad has never done anything for me or my sister.
Two years ago, Christmas.
He bought my sister and I a PAIR OF FUCKING PAJAMAS FROM WAL MART.
& He bought my fucking stepmom's kids BOXES full of Abercrombie, A&E, Gap clothes.
Heh. I never really thought about it until now.
But.
I fucking hate my father. He's not even a father.
He's a lame excuse for a human being.
He and my mother are fighting because he wants to stop the child support. Why? Cause he's in financial debt. Heh. Stopping supporting his kids because he can't afford bills. Whatever.
I haven't asked my dad for anything since my parents got divorced. I wouldn't ask him for anything now, because I know he wouldn't help me out. Every time he calls (maybe once every few months) it's "GO TO SCHOOL, GET A GOOD PAYING CAREER." I hate you, dad. I fucking hate you so much.
You know what my dad did for my graduation?
Sent me 25$ in a crumpled envelope.
And my dad is rich, guys. His income is over 1000$ every two weeks.
I don't get it. He's on drugs. THAT'S his "financial" problem.
FUCK, why are they doing this to me? It hurts so much. To have my dad call my mom a whore kills me.
My mom does so much for us. She tries to give us everything we ask for. She's stood up for us, lied for us. BEEN THERE for us when we needed her. Sure, she's an asshole sometimes, but all moms are cause they love you.
I really, really need someone to talk to.
But I've noticed something: nobody cares about my problems.
So fuck it. I calmly greet the afterlife.
Surely it's better than this.
That's how I felt five minutes ago, but the aching in my chest finally gave in and the stream of tears started rolling down my face.
My mom and my dad fought over the phone.
The yelling, the harsh yelling pierced my ears with so much hate.
I can't take this.
My dad has never done anything for me or my sister.
Two years ago, Christmas.
He bought my sister and I a PAIR OF FUCKING PAJAMAS FROM WAL MART.
& He bought my fucking stepmom's kids BOXES full of Abercrombie, A&E, Gap clothes.
Heh. I never really thought about it until now.
But.
I fucking hate my father. He's not even a father.
He's a lame excuse for a human being.
He and my mother are fighting because he wants to stop the child support. Why? Cause he's in financial debt. Heh. Stopping supporting his kids because he can't afford bills. Whatever.
I haven't asked my dad for anything since my parents got divorced. I wouldn't ask him for anything now, because I know he wouldn't help me out. Every time he calls (maybe once every few months) it's "GO TO SCHOOL, GET A GOOD PAYING CAREER." I hate you, dad. I fucking hate you so much.
You know what my dad did for my graduation?
Sent me 25$ in a crumpled envelope.
And my dad is rich, guys. His income is over 1000$ every two weeks.
I don't get it. He's on drugs. THAT'S his "financial" problem.
FUCK, why are they doing this to me? It hurts so much. To have my dad call my mom a whore kills me.
My mom does so much for us. She tries to give us everything we ask for. She's stood up for us, lied for us. BEEN THERE for us when we needed her. Sure, she's an asshole sometimes, but all moms are cause they love you.
I really, really need someone to talk to.
But I've noticed something: nobody cares about my problems.
So fuck it. I calmly greet the afterlife.
Surely it's better than this.