Three Hundred & Seventy Two
Theme: Dad
I hate you so much. I really wish you knew how ugly and pathetic you make me feel. You make me feel like I was never wanted and was just an accident. Does it make you happy emotionally hurting me? Is that what it is? Your sick. I really want nothing to do with you. Sometime’s I even wish that I wasn't even yours. When I was younger I used to purposely put more alcohol in your glass because the faster you fell asleep the sooner you’d stop talking at me. I feel so cut off from you, and it’s all your fault. I generally want nothing more to do with you.
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