Im so fucking tired of this!! i try to do something right and it just hits me right back in the face. its not my fault I'm the way i am. No, no it is my fault. Its my fault that i eat all the damn food i mean thats basically what my dad said. Why the hell do i even call him "dad" he doesn't deserve to be called that. He could never earn that title, never. He might think that he's "dad of the year" but he's just trash in my eyes. I don't even know why he's still here, he does nothing, he pays nothing, he is nothing. Honestly this book or whatever has gone to shit, this was never about Katrina or whatever the hell her name is. This was about me and i cant do it anymore, i just wanted to get out my feelings but writing in my notes or journal doesn't help. I need to actually tell somebody, anybody who understands me. Thats why the chapters or parts were never clear cause i wrote those when i was crying and when i wanted to be nonexistent and right now is one of those times. I can never do anything right. Im sorry for complaining to you guys i know that you have your own problems and I'm just adding more for you I'm sorry.
