Help.....anybody?............Please?............figures.....
I'm feeling really shitty right now...I probably can't make it to Tom's graduation party and Dad is making me feel like shit. As usual. Drunk fuck. I can't do anything right with him. FUCKING NOTHING. And I mean nothing. He tries to tell me he knows how I feel and that he understands. What a fucking loser. He knows nothing. "People will be like that all the time, so get used OF it." OK, no. First of all, use correct grammar. Second, FUCK OFF. He knows nothing. I can't fucking stand him. I can't do anything right around him. HE's always the one that's right, apparently. I can't take it. I can't. I just can't. I'm so exhausted from this all the time. I need to get away from here. I need to just be able to do what I want and when I want. Next semester, I'm going to every party possible and I'm going to live my fucking life. I need to break away from this. This fuck head I call a father. He thinks he knows everything, but he knows absolutely fucking nothing. He sounds like a fucktard when he tries to make people think he knows what he's talking about. Everyone knows he a reject. He thinks he understands, but he has no idea. He was a popular kid in high school. I was the complete opposite. I was invisible to everyone except some of the few friends I had and the skanks that made life hell. I know for a fact that he went out and partied when he was my age and even younger, but God forbid I ever have a good time. I'm a fucking adult. He can't make me do anything and can't stop me from doing anything. I'm grown up. Why can't he see? He's as blind to what I want and need as he is deaf to what people try to tell him and explain to him. I need to live my life. I have finally realized that I need to live life to it's fullest. FINALLY I REALIZE THIS. I'm making something of myself. I'm having fun and being myself. I live how I want. If I fuck up, let it be. PEOPLE MAKE MISTAKES. I CAN'T BE PERFECT. I can't wait to get back to the dorms. College is about having the time of your FUCKING life. That means getting experiences and creating stories, memories and friends. Am I right? OF COURSE I AM RIGHT. If my father hadn't been a fagtard in high school, he wouldn't have knocked up my mother and he could have had fun too. But that's the price you pay for being a fucking RETARD and not covering your wang.
And have I mentioned, I'm lonely as fucking hell?