Today my father finally texted me after weeks have gone by. I don’t think I’ve looked at him for a month or two now, but he finally texted me that he loved me and hopes I’m doing well.
Oh yeah I’m doing great. Just got one foot in the grave, that’s all. These nice long cuts in my leg are just beautiful. Want to proof read these suicide notes I wrote since you’re such a hotshot writer with a published book?
But you don’t come upstairs to look me in the face, do you? And you say you “care”?
Hahaha, oh boy. Don’t bother to see me now what difference will it make to you if I’m dead and buried?
Rant over. I’m passed his idiotic narcissistic tendencies, but still cant help but get the urge to punch him repeatedly in the face. I was lucky I didnt do that to him when he came to visit me in the loony bin when I specifically told him I dont want him around. I guess it (and he) could be worse.
Parents. Or lack thereof. Who can understand them?
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Who can understand life? I want out of pain please. Sleep, happiness, anything please stop the pain.
Right? Why do we have to be sick in the first place? Does it help us see the light better if we make it out alive? It’d be nice if the man upstairs could at least answer that one for me.
“See the light better if we make it out alive”
Nice
Hey, he’s trying, even if he is a dick. You don’t have to like him – but I bet if you talk to him, it’ll make your life a little easier. Especially if you’re too broke or too young to have your own place.
He’s not trying. He never did. And the funny thing is I can’t stand him. We have a long story to go with our falling out. I hate looking at him. I writhe when he’s near me. Yet it still pains me to not have him here the way I need him. Maybe he just doesn’t know what to do with me. Hell, I don’t even know what to do with myself. I’m lucky to have the support system I have though. So in reality I don’t need him.
Or maybe because I grew up and learned how to make it without him.
Even if yur father is a major asshole, call and tell him you lov him. Even if you don’t mean at all. You might mean it later after he is gone forever.