fights.

May 09, 2008 18:32

I don't think my father loves me.
All we do is fight, all we've ever done is fight.
He wasn't around a lot when I was a kid, he was a pilot, so he was always flying.
So I grew up with my mom, like my mom.
Honestly, I don't really understand why he even had a child.
He's not good with them.
He's not good at being a dad.
It's not that he's this horrible, beast of a father, it's just not something he was made for.
So I told him that.
I said, "Why did you even have a kid. You're not a very good father."
And he said, "Because I didn't know it would be you."
Ouch.

My mother always takes his side.
He always refutes everything I say.
They gang up on me, and I don't even know why I bother fighting back.
I have no chance.

I'm feeling a little helpless right now.
A little like I'm never going to get out of here.
A little like this place is all I was ever supposed to be.
I need to get out.
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