Living with the Devil.
so, today was pretty much an awesome day. school was great, work was great, but there is someone who can also ruin my days and make me want to inflict sooo much pain into him.
my dad is a pure fucking asshole, and so that is how i treat him. there are times when i am cool with him, but you know what the fuck ever. his fucking comments piss me the fuck off, and he KNOWS what he is doing and what he is saying, he knows that his words and actions affect both my mom and i.
he once said that i was the main problem between the arguments between he and my mom, but what he doesn't realize is that he started it all. If he didn't push me away with his words and actions, then i would despise and hate him. He pushed me away, so i did what came natural to me, i hung on to my mom, the only one that would slightly support me while still giving me the taste of the real world.
i then learned to depend on my mother, it wasn't like she gave me everything that i have ever wanted, but like i would either ask her for help and i would pay her back, you know stuff like that.
i just can't stand that man, he is ridiculous, i just can't stand him he makes me just want to shoot myself with a shotgun. i don't know if i can stand living here for another 4 years like my sister has. i guess she has more tolerance for the stupid bastard than i ever will.
you know, ever since she left home, his attention went straight to me and i just hate that.
and so , i will end with saying that hopefully all turns out for the best. and hopefully i won't talk to the devil for a long long long llooooong time.
AHHHHH
-heck
my dad is a pure fucking asshole, and so that is how i treat him. there are times when i am cool with him, but you know what the fuck ever. his fucking comments piss me the fuck off, and he KNOWS what he is doing and what he is saying, he knows that his words and actions affect both my mom and i.
he once said that i was the main problem between the arguments between he and my mom, but what he doesn't realize is that he started it all. If he didn't push me away with his words and actions, then i would despise and hate him. He pushed me away, so i did what came natural to me, i hung on to my mom, the only one that would slightly support me while still giving me the taste of the real world.
i then learned to depend on my mother, it wasn't like she gave me everything that i have ever wanted, but like i would either ask her for help and i would pay her back, you know stuff like that.
i just can't stand that man, he is ridiculous, i just can't stand him he makes me just want to shoot myself with a shotgun. i don't know if i can stand living here for another 4 years like my sister has. i guess she has more tolerance for the stupid bastard than i ever will.
you know, ever since she left home, his attention went straight to me and i just hate that.
and so , i will end with saying that hopefully all turns out for the best. and hopefully i won't talk to the devil for a long long long llooooong time.
AHHHHH
-heck