Thanks Dill and irish eyes for the wonderful support. It's just so hard to fight it though. I always get into this sad sort of mind and i blame myself for my father beating me. Were i such a unloveable child? What did i do for him to hate me so much? I sat behind him in the car and when i got really upset i would hit it a bit with my legs as very young. I still don't think it's enough for him to beat me with closed fists in the face. He stopped when they got divorced i think and he got better later on but i still remember when i told him i wanted to work with computers and stuff like that, he just said it's for fags. I got nothing against homosexual people, everybody deserves love, but when he says it. I know it's just used as a fucking insult. I'm sorry for being so emotional. It's just so hard, i still blame myself for this stuff, my mothers father were like a father to me though, he were fair, nice and i remember when we were to this soccer thing, i had a ache in my left leg (i'm left handed, left legged) but i kept going since he were there and then my leg just shut off and i falled because of that. Sorry, i just ramble on. I got a hard time telling this sort of stuff, so when i finally (very, very rarely) open up, i can sound to emotional. :no:
Sometimes, i just don't think they care and everybody would be better off if i were to ....go extreme . Always pushes me toward drinking and just forgetting about it or drinking myself to sleep.
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