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People Suck.

February 3rd, 2009 (06:56 pm)

Where I'm At Right Now:: My Bedroom
Mood I'm Feelin':: disappointed
Tunes In My Head:: Pitbull - Toma

I've spent a very long time trying to find some sort of common ground between my Dad and I, something to bond over if you will, we're not that close and he only takes an interest in me if I've done something to piss him off. At the beginning of last summer I found it. Guns. I'm not a gun nut I swear but I have enjoyed building a rifle with him. It was our thing. Until he bought himself a motorcycle to fix up by himself. The time we spent working on my gun dwindled more and more until it was non existent and the gun itself was shoved off to the far side of the basement/workshop to collect dust. Every time I go down there to do my laundry I see my 1/3 finished rifle sitting on top of some old boxes of junk in a darkened corner with his motorcycle as the center attraction. I'm not jealous just disappointed. Yesterday I went down to do my laundry and found that that boxes of junk were gone, my rifle with them. No trace of it anywhere. I went upstairs just in time for my Dad to come through the door talking about some new part he got for his motorcycle. I went to my room, locked the door, and cried. I then put my headphones on and listened to loud angry music, I find that loud angry music takes the hurt away.
My sister calls my a bitch every other time she talks to me, accuses my of trying to steal her children, and feels the urge to drink whenever she's around me.
A girl I work with, whom I consider one of my best friends, lied to me today and got me in trouble with our boss, all so she could go home early and have sex with her boyfriend.
Out of the three I think the Dad thing hurts the worst. I'm done with social interaction if this is what I get from the people who are supposed to care about me. I've got everything I need right here in my room and what I don't have I can order over the internet. With the exception of work (Which will fund my new found shut in lifestyle) I will no long be interacting with people.


Posted by: chibi-zoe (chibi_zoe)
Posted at: February 4th, 2009 07:33 am (UTC)

At the risk of sounding trite, life does get better when you can finally move out of home. I love my immediate family so much more when we mainly correspond by email, with the occasional phone call and yearly visit (generally in March - not Christmas).

Posted by: Walks In The Rain (saddoubloon)
Posted at: February 5th, 2009 02:16 am (UTC)
Simon Amstell And Russell Brand Hold

I know, I just don't make enough money to move out again. Though my Dad and I weren't that close when I wasn't living at home before.
Thank you.

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