I always try to be the most confident person in the room. I sit and look into that mirror whispering those three words. I. love. you. but the fact is I hate myself down to the very core. It's so hard to be happy when you're heart is rotting and maggots are growing. After a while being called a ******* becomes normal. It becomes a tradition. And I tend to be traditional. the echoes of those past words like to linger, take effect after a while, like those nuclear explosions that hurt the Japanese. I wish or I wished I could see his face now. Dad aren't you proud? Your son did grow up to be worthless somehow. I guess it was all the lessons you thought me in my bedroom. Or that look you gave me out the rear view. ITS LIKE YOU NEVER EVEN ******* TRIED TO BE THE MAN I NEEDED BUT THATS FINE I hope the world doesn't ******* explode or if it does oh well I won't be around to ******* tell. Take care now. Sayonara. And fare well.