nursesugar

Ummmm so when you think things can't get worse, just know that they can. My dad decided to be Mr. Hero and tell Jim about Michael. I broke it off with Jim in the least hurtful way I know how. We were remaining friends and on good terms. I tell my dad stuff, like, pretty much everything, because I think I can trust him. He's my confidante. Then he goes and does this to me. My whole life I've been killing myself to make him proud, but it's not easy for me cuz' I"m not a normal kid. Never have been, never will be. It sucks ass. He writes Jim these emails trashing me saying that he's always been there to help me when I fucked up, and then two weeks later I'm doing better and it's like "what just happened here?" Isn't the point of helping me to get me back on my feet? I think he's forgotten the point alltogether. I'm so heartbroken over this. I don't understand why he did it. I came home crying my eyes out last night. Michael made me feel better, as always. But it still sucks.