when you think of oppression you think of being bound or caged? lack of freedom? being controlled like a puppet?
the last thing you would think is being oppressed by your family. by your father.
yes. its my truth. my reality. i dont like using this word, dont like calling him this but its the harsh truth and i have to fucking face it. now im not looking for anyone's fucking pity or sympathy at my shitty sob story. im here to vent shit out and have a peace of mind.
so as ive said before. im lonely as fuck. im confined to my house like a bona-fucking-fied prisoner. i havent seen any of my friends- not that i have many left to begin with. also a fucking thanks to my dad who wont let me go out to the fucking mall with them. because hes ducking deluded thinking he is a secret cia fucking spy or some shit acting like hes so fucking slick when in truth hes just seen one to many fucking movies of that shit and whishes that he could be john wick. he hates moving around, is so out of shape, and i checked the cia necessities and my dad would never fucking be a part of them. why? A. they recruit people of 18+ and who are in America with a fucking American passport!
was my dad ever in america or has ever visited? N-fucking-o. Fucking Faker. i once saw a fake cia ID that he had made off of some fucking website. this was the template he used:
he had just photoshopped his face onto this guy, same suit and everything. he didnt even bother changing the bar code or employee ID numbers. he changed his name tho to some american + polish? name. Sloppy shit. and there is no such thing as a level five fucking clearance
what was his reasoning when i found it and confronted him?
"if anyone ever finds this and im in a situation where my identity is on the risk i can tell them that its fake and i will have proof on google for it."
yea, sure sherlock. as if whoever this "they" are will let you go alive either way dumbass! and then he kept up his act telling trying to convince me its real but at the same time contradicting me and himself that none of it is true and that i know nothing of it. BITCH PLEASE.
he calls me a fucking actress and over the top and drama queen. just fucking me up and giving me shit by projecting his own fucking insecurities at me. the fucking sadist.
so why this sudden animosity and need to vent. late me take you back to last night. when was at my peak loneliness. i have asked numerous times for a pet but no. i briefly got a cat but we couldnt afford to keep her and the living situation was shit thanks to my grandmother with her big ass nose and scrunched up face every time she smelt a hint of the cats litter. and like said i cant go out with my friends. and recently grandpa got into an accident where the car door got wrecked and it had to go for good since it was a rental. also lovely side note, were due around 10-12k worth of rent on that car so at this point its a lawsuit waiting to happen.
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Life Of "A"
Non-FictionEver think nobody can relate to your situation? This is my story, and how i thought this so often that i have resulted to writing this. Truths, thoughts, experiences i have, all laid bare and raw. This is A Diary . THIS IS NOT FICTION.