13th May 2012
Sunday // 11am // 1 week ago

It’s hard knowing that you live with your dad, and that he hates you. But I’m slowly getting used to it. I just wish I was good enough for him, because I do try to impress him, but nothing I ever do is right in his eyes, it’s all wrong. But one day, when I’m out on my own, I’ll prove to him, that I’m so much better than what he makes me feel, and when he wants to congratulate me, I’ll except it, but tell him to fuck off. Because I’m not waiting forever for him to see that I’m a smart girl. Just two years till I can leave, and never look back on him. Two. Years.