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runaway kid ends up in hell.
posted on Saturday, March 21, 2009
Okay, something strangely familiar happened but this time I am no where near depressed. My dad just kp-ed me for staying out the whole day/night esp so since I had training this morning.
Maybe I should sympathise him for a rough day at work or maybe fucking himself up at work. But seriously I dont really care anymore. He was glaring at me while I'm washing the dishes and yakking away. So I turned and stared back. And he fucking challenged me for staring at him that way and threatened me that if I go training tomorrow, I dont need to bother going home. I swear I was fucking delighted to hear that! So thrilled that I even started planning what am I going to do, what will I bring with me if I had to run away from home. This is not a threat mister, this is a fucking good news to me.
This is fucking exciting! There are so much things I can do if I'm out of this place, which is what I am looking forward to, suckers. Three years and you're still unhappy about me rowing. What the fuck are you not happy at. Not happy that I'm not home by noon, not happy that I'm out enjoying with my friends while you're slogging your guts out at work? Or not happy that I am spending too much into that pathetic savings of mine out of the meagre allowance you give me? Or just wants someone home to be a watch dog so that you can go out and golf and drink your night away? So what is it that you can fucking do and I cant.

I really cant wait to get away, move to hall, squat or what till I get a job. I will fucking be financially independent and not live under your control. So dont fucking control me like I'm your piss man. I am turning twenty fucking years old, if you realise that, cunts.

Oh yes, I will take my passport, my bankbook and fucking drain the savings.
I can then finally live the life I want. Isnt this the best thing that can ever happen to me? I dont need fucking family love man.
So, rowing tomorrow! I cant wait to come home and he beat the shit out of me or whatever I dont care, so I can just leave this home. Lovelies out there, remember to take me in if that happens. I dont want to live a fucked up life like this. I dont want to work an office job, I dont want to do only things that are safe and best for me. And I especially dont want to do anything you want me to.

I want to mould my own life bitches.