Oct 17, 2005 19:57
So my Dad was moving all my shit out of my room so the workers could tear down my walls, and he came across my journals. He read them that fucker. I've never felt so violated in my life. He gave them to my Mom and she told me she didn't read them. I think that's the most motherly thing she's ever done in my life. So my Dad knows basically everything about me and everything I've done. What the hell was he thinking? Did he actually think he would feel better if he read it? More powerful? I bet he just read them so he could have more power over me.
Somehow my mom and I got on the topic of her family, wow. One of her brothers became a pharmasist to learn how to make drugs and her other brother was heavily involved with drugs since before he was 16. My grandma, grandpa, and mom have all been alcoholics. I love them.
And I turn 17 tomarrow.