Opened Up okay?

EDIT: Why am I so freaking angry? Like anything becomes an annoyance, and all that's left of me is red fumes. And it's only vocabulary is fuck. That's a pretty clear sign that I need to do something.

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I thought I was very happy today.

But whenever I see my Dad when he comes home from work.... ugh, I still have my 'go away, go go go'.

Talks to me with him mouth full, asking me if I want some.

'No thanks, that's my breakfast.'

"Obedient son, what are you eating/drinking with such cute delicious sounds?'

-wants to stop eating/drinking-

Are you free this weekend?

"No, sorry."

Are you free this weekend?

"Um, no."

Are you free this weekend?

"Why are you asking if you don't remember?"

Promise me?

"No, what am I promising?"

Why did you break my heart? You broke your promise.

"You promised yourself."

Are you free this weekend?

-OMFG-

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Seriously, I lock my door because he comes into my room at night to kiss me/talk to me/watch me.

I mastered zoning out while withstanding his hour long lectures.

I open up my life, and he brushes it aside.

He's degrading about EVERYBODY, can't you at least not say things about my friends?

Thank you for becoming the 3rd child that Mom has to take care of.

And do you know who he favors the most in our household?

ME.

Why me? I practically.... well, hate you.

At least I am disgusted at you 99% of the time.

But there's Mom and my sister where he's being unfair to.

I don't want to be your stress ball.

I don't want words that can't be backed up.

I don't want to hear 'I love you' from your mouth. (okay, change that to I am scare of hearing it)

I still can't forgive you.

Nor do I think I ever will.