Another Day in the cold house
I have written about my father's house before and how it is cold and masky (I think that is new word). Anyway, I am here again for another one of brother's birthday's. I promised him I would spent a few days with him.
Anyway, I cannot stand this house, well, actually it is more of the adults who run this house. The house itself is beautiful. However the adults that living here in which I am realted to are controllative, annoying, strict, sheltered, and they encourage everyone around them to be who they want them to be.
In fact, this morning my father came from work just to check up on my little brothers making sure that they are dressed for their "home school" classes. . . who cares if they are dressed. He alsowanted tomake sure that my friend and I were up, yes. . . we have both been up since 9:30 in the freakin morning! My god, can that man trust anything? I know he cannot trust his own kids.
This house is so spirituality cold, it gives me empty negative vibes. It is calis and bitter and yearsof built up resentment. . . The colors make it look so warm and inviting, and the wooden floors give it wisdom, but please do NOT be fooled: it is a dead cell. It is the adult super-choking, horribly conytrolling religious overtones that truly had killed this house. It is such a shame too.
I just want to do my time with my brothers and get the hell out of here.
Anyway, I cannot stand this house, well, actually it is more of the adults who run this house. The house itself is beautiful. However the adults that living here in which I am realted to are controllative, annoying, strict, sheltered, and they encourage everyone around them to be who they want them to be.
In fact, this morning my father came from work just to check up on my little brothers making sure that they are dressed for their "home school" classes. . . who cares if they are dressed. He alsowanted tomake sure that my friend and I were up, yes. . . we have both been up since 9:30 in the freakin morning! My god, can that man trust anything? I know he cannot trust his own kids.
This house is so spirituality cold, it gives me empty negative vibes. It is calis and bitter and yearsof built up resentment. . . The colors make it look so warm and inviting, and the wooden floors give it wisdom, but please do NOT be fooled: it is a dead cell. It is the adult super-choking, horribly conytrolling religious overtones that truly had killed this house. It is such a shame too.
I just want to do my time with my brothers and get the hell out of here.