OK listen, I made a thread awhile back about my pops leaving for Iraq and moving to Georgia. Well last week he told me he wasn't going to Iraq, but he leaves for Georgia the 31st of this month. Now he is leaving tomorrow and he will be in Iraq by next school year, my senior year.
On top of that he found out for 100% sure that my mom was cheating on him which really pissed him off, but I feel worse because I had a strong feeling she was and never told him and still haven't. So when he left after dropping me off, I rolled a jay and listened to music for about an hour and realized that everyday I wake up I hate were I am, so after senior year I'm moving to Seattle because I hear they have a big population of homeless teens, so at least I'd have so people to hang out with while I try to get on my feet.
My mom is still continuously getting on my fucking nerves about shit that doesn't matter and how my attitude is going to prevent me from doing anything in life.
And on top of that when I went to the movies my friend brought along this fucking Wigger who thought he could "connect" with me because he spoke broken English and wore baggy clothes. So needless to say he fucked up and said, "That fuckin' nigga owes me money". So I punched him in the fucking mouth and he said,"nigga what was that for" So I punched him like three more times until he dropped.
Man, it hasn't been the worst two days of my life because I'm still alive but I seriously do hate waking up knowing I have to live the life I have.
Edit:Just to let you know after I punched out that wigger everybody there was mad at me and just kinda stopped talking to me, so that's why that situation is currently sucking major balls.
On top of that he found out for 100% sure that my mom was cheating on him which really pissed him off, but I feel worse because I had a strong feeling she was and never told him and still haven't. So when he left after dropping me off, I rolled a jay and listened to music for about an hour and realized that everyday I wake up I hate were I am, so after senior year I'm moving to Seattle because I hear they have a big population of homeless teens, so at least I'd have so people to hang out with while I try to get on my feet.
My mom is still continuously getting on my fucking nerves about shit that doesn't matter and how my attitude is going to prevent me from doing anything in life.
And on top of that when I went to the movies my friend brought along this fucking Wigger who thought he could "connect" with me because he spoke broken English and wore baggy clothes. So needless to say he fucked up and said, "That fuckin' nigga owes me money". So I punched him in the fucking mouth and he said,"nigga what was that for" So I punched him like three more times until he dropped.
Man, it hasn't been the worst two days of my life because I'm still alive but I seriously do hate waking up knowing I have to live the life I have.
Edit:Just to let you know after I punched out that wigger everybody there was mad at me and just kinda stopped talking to me, so that's why that situation is currently sucking major balls.