So my dad just told me that in a month, once I turn 18, he will kick me out of the house because he will finally have the legal right to do so. But until then, he says I'm on my own. Asshole.
I find it so ironic that the people I live with, the people that have created me and raised me for my entire life, are the people that seem to know the least about me. I guess I have nobody to blame but myself for that, but still. I seriously am the happiest I can ever remember being now, and my dad sits here and tells me it's all a lie. I am some ungrateful selfish little brat. His words. I don't care what the hell they say, though. I know that my life will be a hundred times better than theirs ever was or ever will be. I make something of myself. They don't.
Here I go sounding all emo again. Hah go me.
Save me.
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