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Jul 05, 2005 20:09

sometimes it takes your dad saying "what are you, a retard" to realize you have daddy issues.

i swear, that asshole doesn't know anything about me. my entire life all he's done is yell at me. he's never taught me anything. not even the things he's pretended to teach me. he's never been a father. he's provided for me, but he's never been a father.

THINGS I WOULD WAGER A TESTICLE THAT MY FATHER (or either of my parents for that matter) DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT ME:
- what my favorite color is
- that i ran for student president senior year
- that i avoid going shooting with my dad and only go when he's not around
- i hate being alone
- i hate being around him because he never lets anything pass muster
- that sometimes i fuck up just so i'll get some attention from him because that's the only time i do (fucking pathetic of me, i know, but fuck you. who are you to judge anyway)

and every other mother fucking day i hear how "when i was your age i was already out of the house". yeah, you were living at college year round. which i would have done if you didn't want me to stay home and get a job over the summer. like he did that just so he could say that to me.

which reminds me, i'm fucking sick of some of the shit that i get to put up with at subway. i'm sick of having to play 20 questions with every employee at every store about my relations with ron and chad. i'm fucking disgusted that a GM told me I had to clean my room. as in my room at my house. no, this woman has never been to my house nor is she a friend of the family.

in conclusion, i need a reason to not move out of the house right now. i figure it would delay going back to college about a year, but then i would be completely out of his reign of terror.
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