You physically cannot comprehend you not being right, and you are incapable of dropping an issue, or not making a lecture out of something. Your lectures are all mental masturbation, too.
"I'm right, ooh wow, I'm so right. See how right I am? This is why you're wrong. You're always wrong. You attack me, you persecute me, but you know I'm right. You deny my rightness because you can't handle the extreme rightness."
It sickens me.
Congrats, Dad. You are the only person in the world that I hate. And believe me, I hate you. I ABHOR you. The only reason I don't wish your death is because it would make mom sad and would be of no direct benefit to me.
No, I don't hate you because I expect you to pay for my college. And no, this does NOT have fucking ANYTHING to do with religion! SHUT UP! I'm so tired of hearing your voice, seeing your wide-eyes and raised eyebrows. Listening to you stutter in your smug anger, translating all your fucking stupid errors. You are stupid, btw. I don't know if you've noticed. A's do not make you smart. A's at a christian college--studying theology, DEFINITELY do not make you smart.
Believe it or not, there is a whole world outside of you. A whole world where being gay isn't wrong, where people swear, where co-ed dorms are the norm( and not a terrible thing! Who cares?! We're adults!), where people have sex before marriage and don't have thousands of terrible consequences. You're so stuck in your bibble bubble that you can't comprehend these things--except to gape and condemn.
I would give almost anything to just be away from you. Wouldn't that be great? Sadly, I need for the next 4 years, because college is a bitch. How is it my fault that I don't have any money? How is it my fault that you don't want to pay? Why are you punishing me?! Give me loans, help me get them so it becomes MY problem! Please!
You've been nothing but a cause of stress, frustration and depression for me for the past 6 years or so. Depending on if you count damage from religious indoctrination. And oh yes there was. You would never believe me. You never believe me, you never listen to me.
I could go on for hours, DAYS, about how much I passionately hate you. What does that say about you? As a general rule, I cannot hold a grudge, I cannot stay angry longer than 15min, I don't hate anyone. You are the only fucking exception and one day I will tell you this. And you'll have to live with your failures for the rest of your life--if you ever get you head out of your ass and stop denying everything--that would be a suitable torture for you. Make you feel like I have for about 7 years. A failure. Worthless. Scum. Unloved. Unwanted. But only because of you/around you, of course. Well... that's only recent. 2 years or so ago was I better when you weren't around to fuck up my life some more. Actually, other than anything involving you, I much like my life.
