have I ever confess my dying love for my father to you? No? well, good. Cause' it's non-existent. I can't even look at him. I can't talk to him. I can't look at him while I'm talking to him. I have no patience when he's tlaking to me. I can't stand him. I can't love him. He is not my father. He does not make me happy. I just, bah. I can't explain. He thinks he's logical. He thinks he's right. I cannot have at least one conversation with him without fighting. He makes me so mad. I have no respect for him. He's just a person to me, not an authoritive figure. I know I'm suppose to love my enemies and what not, but I just.. can't. I can't. Not at all. Foook. He just seems so fake. I feel like a higher status than he is. I just don't feel equal with him. I just have so much hate build up in me for him. I can't stand it. I can't. Bah. It's stupid, I know. Just everything he does makes me mad. I can't be in the same room as him.
yeah.
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