thedomfather

I Broke Today...
Like An Emo Kid Crying And All.
Fukin People Making Me Feel Worse About My Mothers Cancer.
And, I Got A Call At Work From A Lady At One Of The Agencies I Work With.
Her Son Died Earlier This Week In Iraq.
Dustin Goes Back To Iraq Aug. 5 For His Last Tour Of Duty.
Before These Last Two Weeks I haven't Seen Him In 4 Years.

I Hate My Older Brother And Sister.
They Fail At Life.
So Much So That If Something Happens To My Mom I Am The One Responsible For Raising My Three Little Brothers.
I Get to Loose Four Years Of My Party Life.
I Do Not Blame My Mom Or Little Brothers For Choosing Me To Do So, Just My Two Elder Siblings.
My Mom Is Fine Now (Breast Cancer And All), But This Simple Fact Still Infuriates Me.
What Is So Hard About Life That Some People Just Cannot Seem To Figure Out?

I Hate This Fukin Feeling...
Luckily I Have Drugs To Escape From Reality: Shrooms, Weed, Vikodin, And Booze.
But I Always Return To This Fucked Up World.

Can't Stop,
Won't Stop!!!