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I guess my Dad hates my whole family. They're fighting again, and I just want to shove two knives in my ears and gouge my eyes out. I can say, honestly, that I hate my father. I hate him. I hope he drinks himself to death. Or drinks so much that on his way home he ends up in some horrible car accident. I fucking hate him. I hate how he makes my mom cry. It hurts me so bad to know that she's in pain. I love my mom to death. I'd do anything for her, just to make her happy. I know she isn't really happy. When we're all together, and she smiles or laughs, I can feel it that she isn't really TRULY happy. And it hurts. I just want to move away and never ever come back. Just leave every thing behind, all of it. I hate my dad. I hate him. And I know I have his problem, he gave it to me and my brother. And his father gave it to him. It's just what we saw and learned. I just hope I'm not as bad as he is.