There's a part of me that just wants to say "Fúck you I don't fûcking need you" but there's also a part of me that's just begging "Come back, you don't understand just how much I fûcking need you".
Sometimes I think of running away from home, but then I realize that I'm only 14 and I can't. It's sad that at this age I already wanna leave home. It just proves how far my dad has driven me...