Where can I go be as angry as I am and fit in? New York?
Dear Stosh
Some days I completely hate you. I hate you for knowing the cruelties of the world, bringing me into it, and then leaving me behind to face all the answers of my unknown fears alone. I hate you for creating my fears. I hate you for escaping, I hate you more for the years I watched you struggle with the harsh reality of what our family would become and I hate you most for not taking me with you. I hate you for loving my mom as much as you did. I hate her for just not loving us enough. I hate the way I talked to you, and the way I just cannot seem to stop talking to people now. I rejected you, as my father, my friend, and my family. I hate you so much some days, if you were here I would call you by your first name and tell you exactly how much I hate you. Then again if you were here for me to call I would never have had a reason to write this all down because I wouldn’t have for the thousandth time in my life picked up the phone to dial you.
It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back.
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No one understands me.
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going for it
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Stay tuned
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Everyone just shh. Because today it is not important who is anybody’s best friend because today…today marks the anniversary of a father having to bury the remains of his family. So it is not important how mean you were and how much you’d like to pat yourself on the back, now, today, this one fucking day a year. Because this day, belongs to that man…shame on all of you, myself included.
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