I’m so tired of his shit—he’s rude as fuck now. He needs to know what’s in front of him or else we’re gone forever. All that he’s going to have left is drinking and smoking his life away with fucked up people. And whose fault will that be? His.
Fuck him. He doesn’t listen to anyone but himself and those selfish idiots.
We (his mother and I), are starting to adjust with him not being around anymore. So why should he give a damn about us now? We don’t mean shit to him— therefore, continue to fuck up your life again and again. I tried to help but you don’t want it.
…HOW CAN YOU HELP THIS BASTARD IF HE CANT HELP HIMSELF?!
