02 September 1899.

Aug 09, 2004 09:13

dear "dad",

i read your letter and it did not make me laugh, but it infuriated me. how can you say you know one single thing about me? and what do you mean i manipulate people? you are so far off from knowing me, it's pathetic.

you never cared enough to talk to me. you never cared at all. where is all of this coming from?

and further more WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU GET OFF TELLING ME WHO I AM? AND THAT EVERYTHING I DO IS BULLSHIT? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO...LET EVERYBODY WALK ALL OVER ME LIKE A FUCKING DOOR MATT? FUCK THAT. I WON'T BACK DOWN IN WHAT I BELIEVE IN AND IF SOMEBODY DOESN'T LIKE THAT...FUCK THEM. AND YOU KNOW WHAT, YOU CAN JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE FOR ALL I CARE.

now father, your letter pissed me off but maybe one day you will see me for who i really am. a person with thoughts, feelings and the strength to stand up for myself.

but whatever. i'm tired of everybody talking shit about me.

until i hear from you again...(and i know i will).

your "son",

john-michael. (the least you could do is format my name correctly...dad.
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