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Go away.
I wish Dad knew how miserable he makes me. I was stupid to ask him to move in. He said I could ask him to leave at any time, but I'm not that big enough of a douche. Even when I'm happy, all it takes is a few words (or lack thereof) from him to make me sad. I love him, but I don't like him. I was particularly depressed about Uni the other day. When I attempted to vent, he got up and walked out of the room. I wish he'd go live somewhere else.
Bad home situation + Uni woes x continually reinforced feelings of worthlessness and hopelessness = 15 hours straight on /b/.
I don't fucking know why I get up in the morning anymore.
Bad home situation + Uni woes x continually reinforced feelings of worthlessness and hopelessness = 15 hours straight on /b/.
I don't fucking know why I get up in the morning anymore.
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You should make him feel bad that you have to clean up after him and get him to pay for a professional spring clean