In truth, you like the pain. You like it because you believe you deserve it, and the fact that you’re putting yourself through pain means you are doing what you, by all rights, ought to do. You’re doing something right. Your ability to withstand pain is your claim to fame. It is ascetic, holy. It is self-control.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
little boy and girls need there daddys.. well not me never.
i don't even know why you fuck me off so much? the pure hatred i have for you is so strong, even just thinking about you makes so me angry its hard to be around people. when someone mentions you i really have to try hard to distract my thoughts of you. its not supposed to be like this your my dad. but its past the point i care any more i'd rather pretend you never existed that look at your hideous face. just fuck off okay i don't need you, i never have. you try to hard, your a fat loser. go away and don't try to talk to me. you say you want me to be happy etc well this is the only thing that would make me happy. leave me alone you sad excuse for a man.
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