i really hate my dad sometimes. i really really do.
fucking bastard.
well, according to him he's going to start charging rent for the computer now because he thinks im not working hard enough at work sicne i said "i dunno" when he asked me a bunch of stupid questions.
like, he's trying to seem like he cares but i know he doesnt, he's just a manipulative little (well, i guess tall) bastard. and he just wants control over his precious baby daughter.
well you know what dad? fuck you. stay the fuck out of my life, and everything will be ok.
god, why do i have to be the fucking back sheep of the family?
even if i work hard, and try hard, and be good, then he still thinks the worst and i still get yelled at and whatever else.
well, fuck that. if im going to be treated like a bad child then im going to BE a bad child.
i almost wish i went off to smoke pot or drink or something the night i snuck out. because i got grounded for 3 fucking months for walking around my neighborhood. i should have done something worse to get grounded for.
my dad is a bastard too. really, though. he is.
love you, though
love
kait