Don’t. Ask.

*Me & my dad arguing over my grades and how I can do
better*
My dad: UGH! JUST GO TO YOUR F-KING ROOM!
Me: *holding back tears and screams* I WILL NEVER BE
GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU WILL I!
My dad: of cou-
Me: ANSWER TH F-KING QUESTION!
My dad: *stands there silently*
Me: *crying* *wipes tears* your a pathetic excuse of a father
My dad: DO YOU REALIZE HOW HARD I WORK FOR YOU
AND YOUR SIBLINGS! YOUR JUST UNGRATEFUL! *hits
the wall*
Me: Yeah you “work hard” but you weren’t their f-king
MOTHER since you were 4-5 yo now where you. You where
off in work land while mom was overdosing by the minute
drinking and h-ll she was sleeping a quarter of the time Lilly
did even have a chance of having a actual loving family her
family was her f-king siblings and I WAS HER F-KING
MOTHER FIGURE NOT YOU NOT SAMANTHA ME.
My dad: just go to your room
Me: gladly *goes to my room**gets in and locks the
door**starts throwing things, crying and screaming*
*the next day*
Me: *goes to school* *sees my friends and acts like nothing
happened*
*everyone leaves for class*
Bubba: hey what’s wrong..?
Me: Nothing I’m fine!
Bubba: you can always talk to me you know that..
Me: *hugs Bubba crying saying how everything hurts*