My fucking fairy tale is over. I will just too happy. Shit isn't bad right now, but I see it getting worse.My dad just can't help his fucking self. Everything makes him anger and everything must be about him. I no longer like going to the gym because it is no longer about what I want. The gym is no longer about me losing weight or supporting my dad on his path to a healthier life. It is now strictly about being under his control, waking up when he wants to go, doing what he wants to do, being in a form of "punishment" for shit I did or may do.
THE FUCK!? I'm tired of going back to this normal state of living.
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