The story of my old man

I know I haven't been writing here for a while now, and right now I'm doing it for all the wrong reasons. But I don't give a shit. This day sucks.

I hate you.
You hardly even close the door behind you before you start telling me how worthless I am. Do you really think I want to hear all of that? I was actually happy before you came home today, I met one of my best friends, and another good friend of mine will be here any minute. Why can't you just let me be happy for once?! Do you get a kick from making me cry?
'Cause I do. I burst into tears everyday over you.

Sometimes I wish that I didn't even know your name.

And some of you wonder why I hate spending time at home? It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that an insecure, sixteen yearold girl doesn't want to hear how worthless she is every single day.

Fuck this, I'm out of here.