Monday, November 3, 2008

Little Shit

I'm really fucking sick of my father. I can't stand his whole fucking love of authority. If it's in control, it's right. And I can't stand how he tries to ruin everything for everyone. He can never just be happy for someone. If I get good grades, I could have done better. I want to go to college in Boston, it's never gonna happen. I had a really good time somewhere (for once), he can't even pretend to get it. My job very obviously fucked me over, but their still right. I'm so fucking sick of it. I need to grow up though, I'm overreacting. Maybe these things are important to me, he should be happy that fucking anything is important to me. I never try to do anything or set any goals for myself, and the one time I do it doesn't fucking make a difference, and at the fucking easiest thing. It makes me feel like shit and I don't why he can't just understand that and try in someway to make me feel better, rather then just trying to point out why I'm wrong.

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