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I'm back in town. This last week has shown me how incredibly naive I was to believe that my dad gave a damn about me. Maybe it's my fault. Maybe it's not. I don't know. He seems to think his only obligation to me is to make sure I don't starve to death while I'm with him. I'm so pissed at myself for defending his position in my life to other people, and to me. What a waste of time. So many of my insecurities have arisen again. I am so sick of crying over this. But how do you make yourself not care? You'd think that after being let down all my life it wouldn't upset me so much. Guess that's not true. I fucking hate life right now.