I hate his father.

Such a hypocritical bastard.! He believes it’s okay to pull his son out of college for two weeks to go to Italy and London for some wedding , yet he puts his foot down when it comes to allowing his eighteen year old son to take a forty-five minute flight to come visit his girlfriend, who he, I might add, hasn’t seen in several months- over the weekend?

And he believes I am the damn distraction!?

My heart won’t stop beating in my chest, my body won’t stop shaking, and I have no idea where all these tears are coming from; all I know is that I feel like destroying something, and that scares me.

I’m not this kind of person. I’m happy. I love life.

How could there be a person in the world that can make you feel so inhuman?