"Strongly disagree"

Read the sign I stole from Mr. Nicoletti's wall at the end of cross country practice and taped to my shirt. And I do. I strongly disagree with life. Because it sucks. And is stupid.

So a few weeks ago, my mom tells me "I think we're losing your father."
My initial response --"Finally."

Because I cannot stand him.
Every time I see him I just get sick.
And I know it's so horrible to "lash out" at my father now that he's all disabled and crap but no one in my family has any idea of how long this has been happening. Becasue they're all ignorant idiots who wish we had a perfect family.
And they need to fucking get over it because we aren't.
And we won't be.

Ever.


Your welcome.