I really wish i could get my dad to speak to me other times of the day besides when i am doing something wrong. he only speaks to me to yell at me, or be an asshole, and i'm tired of being his scapegoat. my mom says hes stressed and angry, he's told her that. so why do I get the brunt of it? he yells at me for things that don't even make sense! This morning i was watching tv in my room, not bothering anyone, and he comes in to ask if i like 'living' or ever leaving my room for absolutely
no reason. It sucks that i'm the black sheep in this family and i get nothing but shit simply for being alive. I can't wait to see his face when i tell him i'm moving back to New Mexico by choice, last night i had to listen to him bitch to our new neighbors about how Albuquerque is hell on earth.
He'll be sorry when i'm gone, there will be no one left to mentally and emotionally tear down for his own personal enjoyment.
Road trip in 9 days, working tonight, thank god. Heres a better picture of the work i got done on my tattoo the other day, peep those tan lines!
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