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Thursday, 17 June 2010

Prick Prick Prick Prick Prick.

What a twat. I hate him. I hate loving him. I hate having any sort of feelings in it.

My dad has walked in, after how long, with no explanation. A brief sorry, promise of buying me a car, and trying to give me £40. I'm fucking not having it.

He can die. Only, I don't want him to. I just want him to be a dad.

2 comments:

  1. It's understandable the way you're feeling.
    If you weren't, I'd be weirded out.
    It's okay to be angry with him.
    Just remember, what if he does die one day?
    You don't want to go through the rest of your life feeling guilty for wishing it.
    But anyway, its not fair that he should expect you to forgive him straight away.

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  2. i have no words.
    heres a hug, can you feel it?

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