#ireallyneedaplacetolive

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Dad walks in on me crying, tells me that pouting won't fix the fact that my life isn't going anywhere or the fact that I can't manage to get a job. 

I snapped, and told him to fuck off.

He raised his eyebrows, then turned around, and fucked off, closing the door behind him. 

He really doesn't understand that all I want is a Dad that would have stayed.