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Old 02-16-2006, 02:05 PM   #16 (permalink)
explosions-in-my-pants
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Originally Posted by rockerbaby
Alot of us have sorrows and fears and if we keep them bottled up one day they are likely to explode so just type them here and that will keep a majority of the world from exploding sorry not a time for joking here I will start.

My dad hates me. he said so himself he hates me because im not his real daughter I try so hard to make him happy and to get him to love me but all I do is cause my parents to fight slowly I have grown to hate my father I used to try so hard to love him but he wont let me he is determined to make my life miserable. these are not just some average teenage troubles. I ask to go to a psychologist but he laughs in my face I know deep down that I am clinically depressed and I am going crazy. not crazy hunky dory crazy I mean actually insane. he couldnt care less and I hate him so much i wish i could love him and lord knows i try but it will never happen my birthday is in a couple weeks then i will only have two years left thank god for that much.

so thats how you do it you type down the little things that are making you miserable and have fun!
my real father.. blood father.. lived in the same house as me for 14 years yet he was the worse father on earth and treated us all really bad and has told me that he hates me and blames everything bad between him and my mother on me.. its gotten so bad i've slapped him really heard in the face.. as he was about to hit me.. anyways.. i'm 18 now.. its been 5 years sense i moved out of there house.. (now mother moved out and i'm with her and her bf, and my brothers) and to be honest i don't love my real father. he's not my father he is my blood.. which means nothing.. if i was ever that sick and i needed his blood, (because we have a rare blood type, i wouldn't be able to take his cause its so full of drugs) so his blood isn't even any use to me.. he serves no point in my life, other then making sure i get his record's when he dies in 14 years from now.. says hobo .. anyways i've seen him 3 times in almost 5 years and i don't miss him at all. so i'm sure one day you'll figure some stuff learn along the way and just without even trying forget about him.

my fear living alone and never finding true love.. because as some people know about me.. i think love is the most important thing to me.. anyways.. fears..
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