fuck it

I’m tired of it all. If I could, I would just jump in front of a truck and say fuck it. But hell, he doesn’t want them here now, so you know he wouldn’t want them full time.

Ever had your heart ripped out and stomped on? I did today, but the man I used to call my dad. He said the his brother was closer, because he is blood. I know that doesn’t sound like much, but trust me it is. This is a man that I have called my father for over 20 years, and now I find out that I am nothing more than something he wants to scrape off his shoe. So be it. I’m going to call my mother later and tell her that I will be out of here right after February vacation. Sad thing is that she is only 100 feet away, but I don’t want to go there, especially when he’s up.

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