ugh
Sometimes I hate my position in life. I just can't stop butting heads with my dad. I'm so fucking angry right now but I have to hold it in because then all Hell is going to break loose. Again. And nothing is going to get solved and I'm just going to feel like shit again for the next 2 weeks. So I might as well feel like shit now and get it over with than wait longer. I just hate the fact that no one understands me or where I'm coming from, no one understands why I wanted the goddamn pictures to be taken. Well fuck them, I don't want them anymore. They all have their photo albums of themselves and their son, but where the fuck am I? I'm some fuckin enigma, I already threw away 75% of my stuff just to please them so that my grandpa and my brother and his girlfriend could have a place to sleep comfortably, I might as well burn the rest of it and kill myself. Then there won't be a single trace of me left, and maybe one day I'll be fucking happy. If it weren't for my guitar, I'd fucking do it, too. Then they'd feel sorry for not taking pics of me, and they'd realize how much they all take me for granted.