Dear dad you clueless bastard. saying I'm on the phone to you is not derogatory. Its called I'm on the phone I can't talk to you right now. It's my conversation and you are not included. Stop budging into my conversations and assuming people don't understand me. just because you don't get me doesn't mean the person on the other end of the conversation doesn't get me. cause actually the other person gets me all the time. Also just because I explain myself doesn't mean oh they don't get me it means I'm a girl and that's what we do we explain things into great lengths. I see no reason for me to apologize for saying I'm on the phone dad" you say that means your a moron but in reality it doesn't mean your a moron it means dad I am on the phone so shut your fucken pie hole. And yes its true your a fucken dramaqueen.
I really don't know how much more of you I can take before I move out. two weeks seem to far away and too risky. no I can not see any therapist til school starts as no therapist is on campus and free right now.
Yes I secretly left the apartment last night because I could not stand being in this god damn house. listening to you and your shitty ass porn. Dad you have no clue what I was doing to myself last night. I was chocking myself with cords, writing over myself, stabbing myself in the head, bitting myself. Contemplating if I should purposefully poison myself with that cleaner thats right by my bed. Thinking about how I am going to kill myself when you finally go to bed. Thinking where is a huge body of water I can go to right now so I can jump in it and die. I was already writing my suicide note to you only it was more for Jayme and not you cause you don't care and you just don't think things through.
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