I want to move out.
The problem is, I don’t want to leave mum alone to deal with dad’s bullshit. His constant pestering and pathetic pandering and all that other bullshit when his drunk is really fucking unbearable.
He’s a worthless loser. Plain and simple.
It’s not right to say that about my own father? Well fuck you. You don’t want to punch him in the face every time you see that he has a bottle of grog on the table, do you? No. I need to put up with that bullshit.
I failed half my fucking exams midway through 2010 because I was so upset that he quit on himself and started drinking again after being sober for a year.
He keeps coming to annoy mum about cooking for him when they are fucking separated and she doesn’t need to do squat for him.
He sits there on his ass all day while mum worries about paying the bills which he doesn’t even fucking participate in. Aaaarrrrrrggghhhhh.
Seriously. I want to move. I never want to see that bastard. It pisses me off and completely knocks down any positive energy I have.
