synthetiksouls

i talked to my old roommate tonight. He had drank half a bottle of vodka and was wallowing in misery of being abandoned by his father when he was a child. He didn't share any quality time with him and called him names. listening to him speak of his father makes me want to hunt down this man and cut off his balls with the sharpest of kitchen knives.

I worry so much about my friend. He is such a dear. I love him muchly. I hope he knows that.

There really should be a test for people who are thinking about becoming parents. I don't see why there isn't.