And drunken tantrums once I get home don't fucking help my mood. Either get treatment for your fucking alcoholism or get treatment for your fucking depression, but don't use one as an excuse for the other.
Lay a hand on me again, I swear I'll put you on your ass.
No, I won't. But you'll never see me again.
I know this is difficult, from my own experience. If you need to talk, email me. I'm here if you just want to vent.
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I had that growing up, I so can feel for you.
If you need to talk, please please tell me.
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Lay a hand on me again, I swear I'll put you on your ass.
No, I won't. But you'll never see me again.
I know this is difficult, from my own experience. If you need to talk, email me. I'm here if you just want to vent.
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