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| Current music: | linkin park- numb |
why is it okay for my dad to just flat out call me a bitch? and for him to tell me that i'm fucked up and that i have a fucked up mind? and for him to try to scare me every fucking day of my "worthless" life? i'm so sick of him and his stupid talks and lectures and explinations. i'm so fucking sick of him.
i'm sick of faking it. hiding all my problems behind a smile.
after all the excuses that i've come up in their defense to help me understand why they are the way that they are towards me... i've finally come to an acceptance that my parents don't like me. and i'm more than okay with it. because i hate them. i suppose it's relevant to say that its a mutual feeling.
i can't wait to leave here.
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