Four Hundred & Sixty Three

Theme: Grrr.

I hate my dad. I mean really, really hate him. I'm not saying it out of anger or frustration. I'm saying it because its simply the truth. He's a prick. I hate it when I know I'm going to be alone with him because I just don't know what to say. I know it's going to be that awkward silence. I know that when I move out I will have as little to do with him as possible. I try to do that at the moment anyway but I can avoid him even more later on in life. He makes me feel so small and just so shit about myself all the time. If I find something that makes me happy such as art, he will put me down for it. He suggested we go see 'the hobbit' for Christmas. But why now? Why after all these years do you want to spend time with me now? He usually spends time with my brothers at Christmas whilst mum gets the house sorted decoration wise, but they can't make it up this year for whatever reason. I remember one year he said to my mum "I love spending time with my boys". I don't exist to him, but that's okay, because he doesn't exist to me!

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