This post is about Father's interesting past. Once Father told us [siblings] about his past. Well, I started everything. I was telling my sister about this uncle at my previous workplace who was a gangster and all and Father interrupted. He said he almost joined the same group as that uncle did. I was shocked. I pity Father. He wasn't the favouritism among all his siblings. Father was the 4th child. He was a dropped out student due to no interest in studying. When my Grandmother passed away, she had LOTS of GOLD jeweleries but she gave it all to my second aunt. BUT third aunt pawned it all cause she had to pay for her husband's debts.
Then my Grandfather passed away. He leave everything behind to my second uncle EXCEPT the debt of his shop to Father. Father worked very hard to pay that debt! CURSE YOU, GRANDFATHER! And second uncle's SECOND WIFE [bitch] hates Father cause she's jealous cause Father has money! UH, I'm fucking mad at her just talking about her! FATHER ACTUALLY PAID FOR HER WEDDING WITH SECOND UNCLE AND SHE STILL DARE DON'T LET FATHER SEE UNCLE'S CORPSE. Kaninabunabehchibyemotherfatherfuckertan. FUCKING RUDE~
There's lots I wanna say about Father. But I can't. I feel like killing every single DAD in the world. Cause I'm jealous. Close friends and cousins know that I don't even talk to Father. Like what? For four years already? We can never pass each other path. I'm like him. We can never get along. We're both stubborn. Everything have to be OUR way. And Father hates the fact that I swear A LOT! And he's jealous that I'm always out and he doesn't wants me to grow up.
I remember he used to hate me taking ART. But when he sees my passion, he let me do art. But he hates the school for always keeping me back just to finish up my O level art. But he doesn't know that it was actually my fault. My bad.
As much as I love Father, I hate him. I hate him cause he smokes. I hate him cause he is always at work. I hate him cause he doesn't know how to love. I hate him cause he always argue with Mother because of Facebook. I hate him cause he spoils me. I hate him cause he had me. I hate him cause he doesn't know me. I hate him cause he was never there for me. I hate him cause he is my dad. I hate him cause he is kind. I hate him cause I'm just like him. I hate him cause he means so much to me. I hate him cause I JUST DO HATE HIM! FUCK, I'M CRYING~
I wish I could apologize but I don't want to. I'm not going to give in. I'm not going to do it cause I want too.
If you're reading this [which you're not cause you don't even touch the computer], I want you to know that I'm sorry. I'm sorry cause I'm a brat, I'm a replica of you, and because of me, you remind yourself of your past, how much I am like you. A stubborn bitch who never listens.
I JUST WANT TO SAY I LOVE YOU but I wish I don't have a Father LIKE YOU.
Update: I forgot~ DAD ACTUALLY TOOK DRUGS WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER AND THATS WHY HE IS SOOO SKINNY LIKE A TWIG!
