Alright, now you may have already guessed who the other person is that I talked about somewhat in the last part of this 'story'. Or some of you have an idea of who it might be. Well it's my father. To me he's not really a father I see him as a father figure somewhat. I have a question but I'm gonna be mean and save it for last, the last part of this. I do get along with him sometimes. Other times we don't even look at each other. I have no idea if that's a bad thing or a good thing. But right now I honestly don't give a fuck. This part is going to be short. But here's the question I left you hanging for about 10 seconds. Maybe less. Or maybe more. But anyways.. Is he actually a father if he doesn't care? If he doesn't bother to ask if your okay? To ask how was your day. Or even just simply say hi?... I know my father will never see this but
Fuck you dad. You never cared about me. You always cared about Jackson more. Right now if you were reading this you'd be feeling like shit. Don't worry I know or knew what that felt like. I felt like it for very long. But back to the topic fuck you and all your bullshit with threatening my little brother saying if he doesn't listen your gonna take the belt to him. Like who fucking does that? Oh yah, you. The fucking prick. Anyways fuck you..
