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!!!