Ok so basically Im gonna start with this "I hate my father"
I had my iPod on OK and I couldn't hear my mum shouting me, so my dad comes upstairs and bangs on my door and says "Your mums been shouting your name for the past 5 minutes and don't act like you can't hear her" I frickin couldn't!!!
So to take my anger out I smacked the wall repeatedly until my fathers head dissapeared from my mind. I then went downstairs and told him where to go and that my hatred for him will never stop. So he throws his bowl of frickin muesli at me!
Now I'm going to have a huge black mark on my face when I hand my CV in to various shops/garages at Traff Centre!
Anybody else feel their father is like your landlord and not a guy who'll take you to the football games or talk to you about cars and girls? Or for the girls d'you feel he's not bothered about you coming in late from a party or stuff like that?





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