Those fucking Gallaghers .. that fucking Gallagher.
A boy who's very intelligent , but could he ever solve why the girl was so different .
Shameless | Philip G.
Started -- 11/ 21 / 16
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SCHOOL HAD FLEW by so quick today. That was because I decided to not even go. Instead of going to a place to listen to stuff I already knew I decided to pick up a shift at the local coffee shop on the other side of town.
I hated the smell of coffee, but Starbucks ruled my life.
Frappes are my soul.
In which I had no control over this addiction that I took the train all the way to north side to get some.
I had got this job off pure luck and good thing I did too. My parents and I didn't have the greatest relationship -- at the moment.
My dad, Allen McKullen , was my hero. Was. Before he could do no wrong in my eyes. He had a way of making everything feel right when things ever went wrong.
The first man you ever love is your father and sometimes that's the first to ever break your heart sadly.
He was an author, who seemed to have taken a semi-permanent hiatus.
No he didn't abuse me, rape me , or threaten me on a daily basis. He was the perfect dad until my mother left us. The man that was so full of life over the years became the drunk couch potato with the life sucked out of him.
He barely noticed me. He didn't bother to acknowledge me much.
I looked like her.
And I knew he hated me for that. I reminded him of her and that wasn't fair to him.. to me.
My presence caused him to drink and drink. I hated myself for it more than he did.
I hated Gale McKullen.
I hated love. I never understood how we love, love and it just hates us.
You can give your all to someone and once you get to comfortable they just wake up one day and feel differently. How? Why?
At what point do you realize that you don't love someone?
Do you even care about the pain that the other person will deal with? The emotional hurt so much that it turns mental even physical.
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Work was always a repeated thing . The same thing each day. I'd take orders, make the orders , serve the orders. Make my own little creations, devour the whip cream in the employee room. Simple stuff.
