and i dont know whether or not im happy.
it's sick.
sometimes i miss him.
then ill remember all the shit i hated.
and il lbe so happy i dont talk to him.
i saw him at the grocery store the other day.
i ran out of there because i didnt want to talk to him.
hes an asshole, like a real one.
he hates me because i was fake around him for 14 years.
one day he accidentally got a little taste of hte real me, and he didnt like him.
then he got a huge dose of hte real me, and he hasnt talked to me ever since.
i dont like him at all, and he hates me with a passion.
he doesnt like who i am and he just wont contact me.
and now i am just writing , but i am just getting out my feelings.
somedays ill really really really HATE HIM.
and somedays i just wish shit could be normal again.
but then i will think about it and remember how much i hated being fake.
and how i could never be fake around him again,
but yet he would never accept the real me.
i guess this is how it's gonna be, us not talking or seeing eachother, or any contact or anything.
i guess im going to run out of the grocery store again, if i see you there again.
i feel pathetic.
thanks for ruining my otherwise amazing life, dad.
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