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Edited by lonepaul2441:
12/20/2013 1:03:42 AM
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So much for christmas, who the hell needs parents.
Right now I got my dad pissed out of his head all because my mum went out for a works party. Apparently he can have one (Has been to his works do this year) but my mum isn't allowed.
He is an alcoholic who gets drunk every time a major occasion arrives like Christmas or on our birthday's because he can't get attention any other way. (Been this way since I was 5 and I am going on 24 in march)His artery is getting clogged which means he can die if nobody sorts it out and is going blind.
But hey he doesn't care as long as he has a bottle of vodka, he is a selfish piece of shit who at the moment is telling me to go a sleep on the street.
I already told him I wish he was dead and I would be happier if he was. I refuse to go to bed simply because my mum is coming in soon and there is going to be massive argument (1am at the moment of writing).
Talk about how crappy your parents are.
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Edited by SexyPiranha: 12/20/2013 5:35:23 PMMy mom is a great mother. My dad was a hobo. . .not kidding. After my parents divorced he lost his job and became a hobo. He died last year from complications from diabetes because he neglected himself a lot. By hobo I mean a traveling worker he had a place to go and another family but he just couldn't go without having a job and ended up traveling all over the country just to stay employed.
