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i hate talking to my dad. every time we have this kind of serious conversation, he talks about these things and these things...and part of me suddenly softens up for him and starts to pity him...that anger and disgust slowly disappears. which i hate. because that's what he did before...and the outcomes are the still same crappy ones. what a great manipulator. applause him for that.
...sometimes i don't really know my REAL dad. it's like he has this good guy vs. bad guy in him. he confuses me. one moment, i'm angry at him...then the next, i pity him and feel sorry for all the bad words that i say behind his back. ...and while talking to him a while ago, i was like, holy shit..i realized that i'm like him. i mean, EXACTLY like him.
NOTE TO SELF:
"next goal: CHANGE attitude, don't be like father."
and, oh, yeah...my dad crashed into a car yesterday.
...sometimes i don't really know my REAL dad. it's like he has this good guy vs. bad guy in him. he confuses me. one moment, i'm angry at him...then the next, i pity him and feel sorry for all the bad words that i say behind his back. ...and while talking to him a while ago, i was like, holy shit..i realized that i'm like him. i mean, EXACTLY like him.
NOTE TO SELF:
"next goal: CHANGE attitude, don't be like father."
and, oh, yeah...my dad crashed into a car yesterday.