ugh
fuck my dad.
honestly.
he has the nerve to lecture me about my life and my decisions. he went to sac state. he took a break. he got a job he didn’t care about. he became an alcoholic. he got a DUI- a felony. he lost his job. and because of that felony he can’t get a new one. now he’s maybe dropping everything and moving to montana.
yet, after 1 and a half years of hating boston, when i decide i want to be happy for ONCE in my life, when i decide to actually take steps to be happy, he criticizes that?
well it’s a good thing i don’t give a shit. i don’t need his money, i don’t need his company, and i don’t need his love. not that it matters, i haven’t had that for years.
