i'm a diamond that's tired of all the faces i've acquired.

What's the point of coming home early from work to spend time with your kids when all you do is screw up, again and again? What's your definition of spending time with your kids to begin with? You're not the only one living, and the world owes you nothing. All you ever do, is ruin my day. All you ever do, is wallow in self-sympathy because you think that in this entire world, only you are not having things done your way. All you've ever done, is make people cry over and over again. I don't even want to have a fucking douche bag like you as my dad. Stop feeling as though just because your sperm went into my mom's ovule or whatever fucking process you went through which got me into this world, you know every single fucking explicit detail about my life because you don't. Even your voice gets on my nerves now. I even dread going home because of you. I drag my feet with utmost reluctance and replete hesitance whenever I'm on the way home from school or whatever because I know that the first voice I'd hear as I enter this fucking place I live in which would practically ruin my entire day would be your voice. Nothing good ever comes out of your mouth. Sometimes I wish you were mute. You can't even support yourself without mommy. You can't even deal with your own problems because your solution to deal every single blow is to resort to physical and verbal violence. I hate you.

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I'll show you what I'm capable of, so maybe that way you wouldn't have to fucking talk behind my back again. I'll show you, that I don't have to be a fucking debater or even a fucking debate captain to be good enough. I'll prove it to you. Oh and just so you know, I QUIT WITH FUCKING VALID REASONS SO STFU BITCH. So remember the other time when you told me to watch my back? Well now it's time you watch yours.

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But then again,


I'm lost. And sorry if I insulted you in any way.