at the end of the day, silence permeates my being...
i hate my dad.
i hate my dad.
i hate my dad.
at times when i'm so angry, i just want to curse and swear aloud at his face. but i always tear up at that point, cause deep down inside, i don't want to hurt him. no matter how much he's always venting out on me, i actually want him to be proud of me and what i've done. but i keep hearing the negative things - and some hurt so bad i'd never thought a father would say to his child.
i hate coming home early. i'd rather wait out in the pouring rain or in the storm until he goes to bed or leaves the house, as long as i don't get to see hm face to face.
but unfortunately, i'm running out of friends. everyone's busy with their own THANG that i rarely see them anymore. i'm not surprised la eh. it happens every time i go to a new school. it happens everytime my friends meet someone new. and it happens everytime i'm considered no longer significant in their lives. thanks a lot for the ride. it was bumpy on your part, but i'm glad you're out of it and happily moving on.
i swear i'm treated like tissue paper.
and i'm not having much luck with school work either. need i say more? i mean, come on la. if this is as important as you claim it to be, then do something. don't just talk about it aite?
i should stop ranting now lest someone hates me. oh wait,
TOO LATE.
