Saturday, February 28, 2009

Dick for a Father

I hate my father... Why can't parents get that we don't want to hang out with them and do shit with them? Now he is saying shit like, "If I die, you want to move in with your mother?" Hell yes I do! I have wanted to move in with my mother for YEARS!! "All these years raising you will mean nothing if I die then huh?" What the hell is he talking about!!! He wants me to live by myself, which is illegal, when I am fifteen! And then he goes on about, "You have to go to collage. Blah, blah!" I have always had a GPA of over 3.5! Which is more than I can say he ever had. Does he think that I am not going to go to collage? What the fuck? And to make this story even more retarded, this all started because I won't draw a picture on the living room wall with him. I don't draw unless I have to for school. Other than that, I draw eyes, that's all... and not that good. I swear sometimes he is less mature than I am. He is 49 or whatever! Grow up! He blasts his music, which I know he doesn't even like, so that it's hard to have a conversation with him. I seriously hope he blows the speakers again and doesn't have any way to listen to act like a dick toward me. But he continues to say that I have been sitting on this computer for three days and haven't talked to him. BULL SHIT! I haven't talked to him an more or less than I usually do. As I said before... he is a goddamn delusional drunk! Now I am going to go sing my lungs off!

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