The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
My Dad is an a**hole and like all a**holes, they make their daughters very homicidel and sucidel. Now this might seem fairly emo to you, but he's crushing my spirit by his antagonistic opinions about myself, for simply I can't get them out of my head whenever I do one of my favorite activities, like singing for example; I can't sing without feeling disgusted in myself and then that sets off acidic wounds in my psyche, causing the detest, the loathing, the malice to get so much more evil.
Suggestions? Comments? Flames? Questions? O rlly?
I certainly hope good will come, but I'm a bit of a realistic cynic, and sometimes the good is too late.
I'm hoping one of my other friends is able to help momentarily.
Stuck situation, my only logical choices would be, suicide, kill him or move out A.S.A.P.
I'm too young to throw my life away and I worked so hard not to, avoiding drugs, getting drunk, having sex (yeah that can lead to a problem at some point), going into the wrong crowd, etc.
How do I put this? When you go through the military, you've been trained to kill someone in the most effective, fast and simplist of ways. If he should snap, I don't have a prayer. I wouldn't have known I'd died.
He's never went that far, ever, but he's given me the notion and I take it seriously, literally.