You know what’s fucking funny?  This whole thing.  It’s sick.  It’s such a cycle.  And you don’t even see that.  You tell me everything you’re going to do.  And then you run off and you throw things and yell and make it seem like it’s actually going to happen. Then it never fucking happens.  Suddenly you change your mind.  Why?  I’m tired of empty words.  What the fuck do I believe in now?  Nothing.  I can’t believe in any of this bullshit.  Great morals, what a wonderful way to teach me.

Now I’m just sitting here waiting for the cycle to happen again as it has for what feels like forever.

I feel like I’m in a room filled with everyone, but no one hears me.

My own father throws empty threats at me in hopes for something in return.  It’s hopeless.