Also, a good 24 hours after my dad got out of the hospital, I had to tell him that I stole his ****os ( obviously he wasn't using em) . He had the Rico Strongs, the J-Strokes (before he got fat) , I mean.... who wouldn't? Then, I cut them up since I wasn't using them anymore.

The kii is, they weren't even locked up or anything. Just tucked under his suitcase. And even then he said: "I'll have to get some more, then."



Like what kinda bad parenting?

what kinda family is this ?

Da fuuuuuuuuck

I'm getting "Precious!!!! Come take care of momma!!" teas from this.

Two weeks ago when I dropped out of school I had to tell my tutor I was unhappy with my career and he kinda insisted me to think about it and try harder and all that stuff. It was bad alrerady because I was 100% decided about it and then he starts to remember his childhood and how he didn't have money to study and stuff .

It made me feel so bad, but the worst part is that he actually dropped a few tears, I didn't even know what to do I wanted to leave immediatly, there was a grown-up professor crying in front of me! . I felt so bad that I wanted to cry too, not gnna lie, but I fought really hard to hold my pokerface a bit. It was one of the most awkward experiences and I felt bad I didn't do anything.

Coming out. To anyone. :|

where's your mom?

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lkiiiii;;

She lives in Chicago. Her and my dad low-key hate each other.

Yes, all the time. One exmaple would be when I go for a haircut and the person cutting my hair would want start a conversation and it alwats ends up awkward.

omg i hate that...im like can you just stfu i dont wanna talk to you and your stupid russian accent i cant understand.