Can we just accept the fact that my father who normally gives me the cold shoulder and annoys the living shit out of me but also I've given the nickname of "drill sergeant" to, gave me a giant ass speech about life?
Cause I certainly can't.
My throats burns now because of holding back tears.
Ugh, dad. WHY YOU DO DIS?!
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
YOU ARE READING
A Diary?
RandomI've never been good at keeping things down in a place that isn't the dark chaotic messy place that I call my mind. I guess...you'll know how I feel now.
