I'm not sure what it is I'm feeling today. It's anxiety, it's pain, it's fear, it's anger...I hate today. It will be five months on Sunday, and my father is going away with his whore. His vacay spot - roughly 15 minutes from where we had our timeshare in CT on the Sound. I'm bitter. I'm frenzied. I'm so deeply hurt. I'm so tired of feeling all this shit. It's just not fair.
And I missed my aunt's birthday last Monday. It's the second birthday I've missed of someone I deeply care for. And it's not fair that I forget because my mind is so off in some fucked up land.
I get to see my family this weekend...my stomach is in knots.
Signing off.
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I don't know why - but I have to tell you that my first thought is to hire someone to knock this beotch outta his life permanently. Whether it be a hit man or a f'n car - and I know that's so wrong of me, but for some reason it feels so right.
Sorry, I love you and this sucks.
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