The diary of Kyle Preston

Entry 6.

There is a reason why father doesn't want to be seen with me, he is ashamed of me, I am his embarrassment, his biggest mistake. Funny how things work in his head, he thinks abandoning me will make his day to day work easier. He never really was a father figure to me nor my sister, well, half sister. Poor girl is being raised by another black woman he found, it's a good thing he's loaded with money. I wonder how much of a failure he'd be without his good looks and "money". I am bothered that we share the same gene, but hey, at least thats something that is useful. Being good looking is hella nice. Can't believe I used that word.

As long as I control my temper, women perceive me as a hot hunk whom they could bang. Now I'm not saying by that I sleep around, no, I have my own standards. I'm not the typical fuck boy in high school women fawn over, nor am I the bad boy that can take down 16 men. In fact, I don't even know how to fight. The only thing I have is a pretty face, a decent body and a serious case of anger issues. Some doctors said I might have Oppositional defiant disorder (ODD) while other said I have Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD). I don't even know what kind of disorder I have.

It gets tiring hearing people constantly asking you to change, to control your temper, you'll become abusive, you'll be this, you'll be that. As if I cared about a shit they said, selfish that I am, I only think of myself. I still had to see my therapist and he, shamelessly asked me to hand over my journal to him for reading. I reluctantly handed it over, I'm pretty sure he was a tad bit mad from the way I described his granddaughter. Whoopsy. Do I care?

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What was that? No I don't.

By the way, her name is Cassie.

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Red head girl.