Dear dad. Just die.for years, i always thought that my mum was the more conservative of my parents. Sometimes, truth get all twisted and all in life ya know, its like some sort of virus inside your system that makes black into white, white into black. Things aint what they seem in this crazy little real world. The only real thing is imperfection. The only real thing is not knowing the truth, because knowing the truth would only bring about fucking insecurities, bring about fucking anger, bring about the thought of kicking my dad. Kicking my dad..i just feel like giving him this huge punch, asking him to fucking shut his trap.So i am going to my girlfriend's house tommorow. What? WHAT? You dont want me to go? You fucking dont want to go? Over my dead body my dear father, over my dear fucking body. You can go screw youself. Nothing will stop me from meeting my girlfriend tommorow. They say family love is the love that last forever, and is the strongest of all. I tell ya what, they are all wrong. Family love is nothing but two words. Anything can be classified as a family. You think family is your genetic parents? Think again. Foster parents could make you a better child than in a dysfunctional family. Friends, they could pull your through obstacles that no family would support your through, aka, your relationships at this young nubile age. Family? Screw the word family. all i want is love. Tell ya what dad. You continue on like this, and i would just ignore you for the rest of my life. I would treat you like the world's worst dad ever. The more you try and control me, my brain would backfired on you, and i would just tell you to shut up. I would rebel against your sorry little arse. Dont even think of trying to control me. You cant control me. I am Me. Kill me if you want to control me at last. At least in my death, you can mve my limbs, bring me to places where i would never go. You could just take me into this little abyss of yours, you could finally reign over me. you wouldnt need to control me. YOU CAN FINALLY TELL ME TO DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO... i remeber the past where i could just discuss stuff with you. but you never felt like family. i would never ever tell you about my personal stuff. Cause you are always so condescending, always belittling me, always thinking you are right. As least mum dont do that. At least she understands, and try to talk to me about it. Sometimes i disagree, but at least i know why. You know dad, read this for all i care. At least you would know how i feel. Go on, slap me for being a unfillial child. Go on, ground me, fucking ground me. try it. And you would see what you would get. Justin ranted at 11:42:00 pm on the |