• I dont believe,

    I've ever worked this hard to please someone.


    My father.


    hes the reason im here. but hes holding me back.


    From everything i want to accomplish,do, succeed in.


    He tried to keep me confined to these four same walls.


    Always in my buisiness or how you all say "caring"

    i know he does.
    but is it possible to care so much, you put your own children into depression?

    I hate him. i despise everything hes lead me to become. and him for not acknowleging it.


    He ignores what needs to be heard, and makes his own fairytales of my words.


    When in reality, i do, tell the truth.


    Im tired of this constant worry, depression. im tired of my father.


    I cant take a step out of the house with out him meeting the person or people im going with.


    And if he doesnt like them, i cant go?

    no sir. ******** YOU.


    i wish he coould read this, Santa that is.


    And give me the best christmas gift of all.


    Freedom.


    I want to roam the streets, with my worries. and my mistakes.


    I want to make them on my own, not to be prevented.


    What is living life to the fullest extent if you can only go as far 10 feet without being questioned?