I hate my father.
This is repeative, seeing as i have blogged about this time and time before.
But today has been the final straw.
I got yelled at for wanting to use colored pencils.
Yes, im telling the truth.
My sister had new colored pencils for a project.
I asked to use them.
First my mother wouldnt shut up yelling at them.
Then when my father heard,
Every time i tried to talk he yelled shut up.
I hate my parents.
My mother is a contrdictive bitch
She tells me she feels like me wanting to kill myself was her fault.
Then she yells at screams at me over god damn colored pencils.
The only time my father talks to me is right when he gets home,
He says hello.
And when hes yelling at me.
So now i sit in my room and cry.
I want to die.
That damn razor is missing.
I sold my ciggerates.
But hey,
Theres always tommorow.
Or mabe there wont be.
I dont know anymore.
4 comments:
hi, if i cant read your blog you cant read mine.
thanks for all the nice comments.
missed you in school today, i almost went bananas when you were not there after you said you would do it.
probably everyone who reads this hates my guts.
and yes, i am aware i hurt sam and hate my guts all you want. because i know i fucked up, and no matter how much i apologize the pain is there and he will never forgive me, and i respect that.
next time you say something put it under your name, please.
Parents are interesting. I don't know exactly what you father's job is but parents (really adults over the age of 20) blame the people around them. From what you told me your parents seem... a little.... strange but this argument over something as futile as colored pencils is probably because of the day they were having. Your mother (in addition to being and adult) is probably trying to balance your father. She's trying to keep him from being even angrier at her.
I know it sucks always being the person people hurt when they're hurt. Especially after just starting to get over an emotion time it sucks to have it seem like everyone in the world wants to use you to be there stress ball. And when you want to do that everyone gets mad at you. It happens. It just happens when people are around each other for an extended period of time. Don't Blame your self for that
That's my theory. I could be wrong.
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