Part of the reason I want to go to college so bad is to get away from here. Especially that one person. He makes everyday a living hell. Everyday there’s something to yell about. There’s always something I’ve done wrong. Every fucking day. I’m not even trying to exaggerate. I wait until something triggers him and mark it down. It’s a running streak. I hate this. I hate him. But I feel bad. I shouldn’t hate him. He’s done everything for me. Supposedly. He wasn’t in a whole 5 years of my life. I grew up with my mother, aunts, uncles and grandparents. He wasnt there for my most treasured memories. In fact my happiest moments are when he’s not around. I feel bad for hating him but he makes it so hard. It’s so hard to not hate him. I can’t help but hope that one day he leaves but I know he won’t.