June 17, 2014
So this Star Trek convention I've been DYING to go to for years now we've gotten admission tickets for the whole 4-day convention and my dad suddenly is saying no. Yea the rooms are a bit pricey but it's LAS VEGAS! What did you expect?! We've ordered my photo-ops and autograph passes! THAT I PAID FOR MYSELF. And he is saying no!? He says that he knew it wouldn't have worked out from the start!? but he lead me on!? Captain Janeway would never have done that to her crew! Data doesn't leave people on dying planets! O'brien always tries to find a way to help save people! Kim doesn't give up on his dream of getting home! They say your home is where your heart is, my heart is at that convention!
Don't take my fucking home away.
Please.
Take me home! Please! They're my idols! The shows and movies that those people put on are what keep me alive! Every night, I want to cut and die and vanish, but the thought of possibly soaring through the stars at warp speed and meeting aliens... it keeps me planted.
Don't take this away from me.
Don't kill me like this.
Please don't!
Dad you always FUCKING SCREW ME OVER. I THOUGHT WE COULD JUST GO AND BE HAPPY AT THE CONVENTION. I THOUGHT YOU WERE PROUD OF MY LOVE AND LONGING FOR EXTRATERRESTRIALS AND STARS. I THOUGHT YOU CARED.
But... like always...
I was fucking wrong.
Sorry that I try.
Fuck it all.
Fuck you.
