My thoughts of the world
I think what I used to do has fucked up my dad, yes, he's fucked in the head. And he's scared, he's scared of what would happen if I take this conformity thing too far, but that's not what life is, it's far worse than that, it's so evil that people for two years at Oldfield have disturbed the peace, woe is me who tries to fit comfortably in society and is only loved by people I don't know. What kind of a character do you have to have to be something only a stranger can love? It's absolutely revolting! There's darkness over everything I do, I can't even take out my charger without my dad questioning it, I'm suffocating here!
There's no nurture of my liberty side, but that's not life either, it's even worse than a simple hate, it's the hard-heartedness of man because of what he bears in his troubles, I learned that stuff of Arthur Schopenhauer, when the truth is my mum and dad hate me, they won't admit it. They never liked me, everything I did was always hated, it was always leading to heated separation, denial, appeal to hypocrisy, telling me I'm annoying, calling me an arsehole, I'm not an arsehole, my mum and dad just hate me.
Am I the only one who feels the heat with this, this isn't a lovely happy, normal relationship with my parents, this is problematic, treating-me-like-I'm-not-their-son pain!