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emotions comeback intervention time

Monday, May 10, 2010 !@#$% 1:10 AM

Fucken gay shit parents these days.

Dad: *Walks into my room.
Me: What?
Dad: What is up with all these pictures of guys on your wall.
Me: Dad, they’re my friends from school, and theres ones of chicks too.
Dad: Did I ask about the chicks? Take the pictures of the guys down.
Me: Uhh, no.
Dad: What did you say?
Me: NO.
Dad: This is not the way I raised you? I be a good dad, and this is how I get treated? You are a disappointment of a daughter.
Mum: * Overhears the whole thing* don’t.
Dad: No, lets see what she has to say to me? Comeon, talk?
Me: * Pissed like ttfm* You raised me? REALLY!? YOU? You didnt raise me. You were never around. How did you raise me? Tell me. I have none of your morals, thank god for that. Were you ever around, when I was young? No, you wernt. And the seldom nights that you were, you were drinking. Is that really a trait you wanted to pass down to me? When I was five years old, and I spent two weeks at the hospital, WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU? I remember mum being there, I remember my Uncles and Aunties being there. But you? Where were you? You are no where near a good dad?
Dad: I was off working! To supprt you!
Me: Working to support me? Really. I’m not an idiot. I remember for 2 years, you didnt pay a single bill. You made mum save up her money from Centrelink and pay. And on top of that, we had to burrow money from Uncle. So don’t tell me you were there.
Dad: I put money in your trustfund, for YOUR future.
Mum:Stop, please.
Me: Can you stop with the lies? Last month I got the bank statement. You withdrew the money. ALL OF IT. What did you do with it? Beer, Tobacco, Cigerettes? Did you need it for YOUR life, for your disgusting habits? Or were you just so greedy you needed money, ON TOP of what you already have, you have so much money, you’re blessed, for some reason, one I can’t understand. Dad, you suck.

(To Infinity, & Beyond. )

Monday, May 10, 2010 @ 1:10 AM

Fucken gay shit parents these days.

Dad: *Walks into my room.
Me: What?
Dad: What is up with all these pictures of guys on your wall.
Me: Dad, they’re my friends from school, and theres ones of chicks too.
Dad: Did I ask about the chicks? Take the pictures of the guys down.
Me: Uhh, no.
Dad: What did you say?
Me: NO.
Dad: This is not the way I raised you? I be a good dad, and this is how I get treated? You are a disappointment of a daughter.
Mum: * Overhears the whole thing* don’t.
Dad: No, lets see what she has to say to me? Comeon, talk?
Me: * Pissed like ttfm* You raised me? REALLY!? YOU? You didnt raise me. You were never around. How did you raise me? Tell me. I have none of your morals, thank god for that. Were you ever around, when I was young? No, you wernt. And the seldom nights that you were, you were drinking. Is that really a trait you wanted to pass down to me? When I was five years old, and I spent two weeks at the hospital, WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU? I remember mum being there, I remember my Uncles and Aunties being there. But you? Where were you? You are no where near a good dad?
Dad: I was off working! To supprt you!
Me: Working to support me? Really. I’m not an idiot. I remember for 2 years, you didnt pay a single bill. You made mum save up her money from Centrelink and pay. And on top of that, we had to burrow money from Uncle. So don’t tell me you were there.
Dad: I put money in your trustfund, for YOUR future.
Mum:Stop, please.
Me: Can you stop with the lies? Last month I got the bank statement. You withdrew the money. ALL OF IT. What did you do with it? Beer, Tobacco, Cigerettes? Did you need it for YOUR life, for your disgusting habits? Or were you just so greedy you needed money, ON TOP of what you already have, you have so much money, you’re blessed, for some reason, one I can’t understand. Dad, you suck.

(To Infinity, & Beyond. )