The call

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The call to my dad last night was long.

I was mean.

I was sticking up for me.

I'm tired of him doing things.

Things like causing me pain.

I don't have to have a reason not to trust is girlfriend.

It is just natural instinct to not trust her.

She hasn't done anything... Yet.

But I hate her.

I called my dad a bitch.

Then he said that moms are bitches. That about ticked me off.

No one can imply that my mom is a bitch.

I cursed at my dad a lot.

He asked what's wrong with me, that every time I actually do pick up the phone I sound depressed.

It hit me there. Even over the phone he realized it.

He still has no idea of how much pain he causes me.

How much I hate being there.

I don't care if he gets only a month with me.

What am I gonna do when I'm out there anyways?

Oh! That's right!! I'm gonna sit on my ass, when I could be home having the time of my life!!!

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