Thursday, 29 July 2010
09:07:50 PM (GMT)
This is for myself, and I'm locking comments because I
don't want feedback.
Stop trying to push me to go get help. There's nothing wrong with me, and if
anyone needs help it's you. I don't want him back in my life, and that's the end of
it, so stop trying to get me to give him another chance. Fifteen years worth of
chances is enough, and don't try to tell me otherwise. I'm sick of you making me feel
like I'm some sort of insane failure, and I'm sick of trying to act like everything's
okay when it's not. You don't know anything about me, and you say that you know
You don't, it's obvious. I hate how you think you're some sort of mind reader, too.
He doesn't love me, I know that for a fact. Shut the fuck up. I promise you
that I won't take him back into my life, and if you do, then I swear I'll find
another place to live. You act like I'm so wrong, like I'm such a freaking failure. I
know I'm not. I know what I want to do in life, and it has nothing to do with
I've lived fifteen years old without a father, I can deal for the rest of my life
without one too. I don't give a rat's ass whether he's getting help or not, I know
him, he's going to come back and do the exact same thing all over again. I hate him,
and you can't convince me otherwise. I don't want to talk about it anymore, so please
stop bringing him up. I don't want to argue with you over it anymore, I promise you
that I hate him. That's the end of the story, there's nothing really left to say.
He's a liar and a cheater, and he's a manipulative, helpless, self-absorbed little
prick that has no life other than ruining that of others. For fifteen years I've
dealt with him lying and putting me down when I needed the strength. I'm done with
it, and you're not going to tell me that I can't. You may be my mother, but you are
most definitely not my brain.
Last edited: 17 August 2010