I'm alive, I promise
My days are screwed up. Really.
I've been hanging out with Mary and the gang for the past week, staying up sometimes all night long. Good times.
Dad came down for a basketball game this past weekend, too. Also, I finally had his college party cherry popped. Now he knows what it's like, so maybe he'll stop bugging me. It's not all ass and titties and big booty bitches.
Later that fateful night some people thought it'd be fun to talk to my dad about my sexuality and how it affects him. Couldn't believe it. I got madder and madder the more they kept talking. I was more upset with my father, just because I don't think the other two who were talking to him really knew the situation. I was mad at my Dad because he suddenly wanted to talk about it so much and had never said anything to me before other than, "I'm disappointed and disgusted."
I kept my cool pretty well, but I really felt like getting up leaving him there just bawling my eyes out. I got to let it out when I went to bed.
I guess I forgive him. At least now he loves "me." I just hate that he still seems to think I'll change or still like girls. He's always pointing out, "damn son! Look at that %$^#$!"
People liked him, but I hated him.
I'm over it, though. He'll be the same father he's always been, might as well love him for that.
I've been hanging out with Mary and the gang for the past week, staying up sometimes all night long. Good times.
Dad came down for a basketball game this past weekend, too. Also, I finally had his college party cherry popped. Now he knows what it's like, so maybe he'll stop bugging me. It's not all ass and titties and big booty bitches.
Later that fateful night some people thought it'd be fun to talk to my dad about my sexuality and how it affects him. Couldn't believe it. I got madder and madder the more they kept talking. I was more upset with my father, just because I don't think the other two who were talking to him really knew the situation. I was mad at my Dad because he suddenly wanted to talk about it so much and had never said anything to me before other than, "I'm disappointed and disgusted."
I kept my cool pretty well, but I really felt like getting up leaving him there just bawling my eyes out. I got to let it out when I went to bed.
I guess I forgive him. At least now he loves "me." I just hate that he still seems to think I'll change or still like girls. He's always pointing out, "damn son! Look at that %$^#$!"
People liked him, but I hated him.
I'm over it, though. He'll be the same father he's always been, might as well love him for that.