I Talk More Shit Than Judge Judy

When I think of my childhood at this point I think of the fact that, I was watching wizards of waverly place in my parents bed. Cause their room and the basement tv were the only one with cable and John was watching viva la bam on the basement tv. And I would always switch it to discovery channel or animal planet when my dad walked in. My stay at home dad. He didn’t ever deal with kids shows. So I always found something else we could watch together. But anyway. Sitting in their bed watching my show. Their door to their patio open. It was nice out. He came and sat on his side of the bed. Furthest from the patio door. I always say in the middle of the bed of course. And at. Roughly nine years old. He told me “sissy. Your mom doesn’t love me anymore and she’s decided she doesn’t want to be with me anymore.” He cried. I cried. I ran to my room. I sought comfort in my brother. When my mom got home from work that night they got in a fight cause he didn’t wait for her and she felt like he was trying to turn us against him. My dad is dead now and we haven’t lived in that house for a decade, but it’s funny how certain songs make me relive that memory. It still hurts. I didn’t see my dad much after the divorce. He always said he wished he had custody of us but he was never financially stable enough. If he wanted custoday so bad why didn’t he try harder? Anyway. I can’t change the past. I know I miss him so fucking much right now and there’s nothing I can do. Just reflecting

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😂😂😂 i don’t know why it took me so long to see this, but I’m glad i did

Uhhh I’m actually a big fat fatty lol

So uhhhhh how did i get so hot

What do i have to be depressed about...well let’s see. The fact that i have to explain to you that depression is a fucking mental illness, a fucking chemical imbalance and not JUST FEELING BUMMED ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME PLEASE DROWN YOURSELF