You don't want to read this
I hate where I am
I hate where I live. I hate so many things about it that I
can't even name them all. I hate that in an hour or less
my dad will come in here drunk and act like a prick or try
to be nice with me. I want to flip out and scream at him.
Then I want to go and flip out and scream at my mom because
she stays here with him. I just want Sunday to come and I
want to get the hell out of here.
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