God damn.
I’m sorry that I’m hurt.
I’m sorry that your oh-so-perfect-daughter hit me and hurt me, then lies about it.
I’m sorry that I’m sore.
I’m sorry that I just want to be inside because I can’t fucking bend over.
I’m sorry that I told you I’m hurt.
I’m sorry that I stayed outside with you longer than I should have, even though it hurt my back.
But god damn, do you really need to yell at me when I tell you these things?
Really?
Do you like making me upset?
Do you like insulting me?
Do you like yelling at me father?
Is it entertaining for you to continue to hurt me, even though I’ve said that you’re hurting me?
Is it really that much fun to make fun of me because I haven’t been able to go outside without getting hurt?
3 years ago