Aug 18, 2006 21:47
Oh my god damn.
I just with stood a searing storm of bullshit from my dad. All while staring placidly.
I will not give him my sanction. Give him the right to make me feel bad or ashamed. How about you wait another month for your god-forsaken apology.
Trying to use Stephens death against me. Making it about me. Trying to pull off my cold sholder as some twisted form of nobility.
Fucking low.
Fucking grusome.
Eat shit cuz that is all coming out of your mouth.
So Im so angry but Im not sure what I feel. I guess I dont feel anything. I want to scream so bad Im afraid to open my mouth, so I keep it clenched. Cant frown or smile cuz my face is numb. Is this what it is like to bottle it up?
If so. He oughta know hes filling his own Molotov cocktail.