1_21Guns
September 28th, 2009, 05:00 PM
Most of you have probably seen the posts about my dad, his abuse, and the rest. Well its just dawned on me recently. I'm turning into him, i'm actually hitting my mum for no apparant reason, I dont even think, just act. Just like he did. I feel like asking somebody to shoot me, I dont want to be anything close to him, but at the end of the day, half of him is running through my veins, and i hate it. Truthfully, the day my blood stops running will be the happiest day of my life, because it will be the only day he can't steal my happiness from me.
A friend asked me why I hated him, and I said the abuse, but I don't think it was, or its not anymore, it used to be, because I never knew why he was the way he was. Now its the way he stole my smile. The way he'll have it forever, until the day I die. Even when he's gone, he'll still be there shadowing me, stopping the sun shineing in my world.
This was just a vent really. Theres nothing to reply to. I've just had a week from hell last week, and today should of been one of my happier days, but it wasn't. Another friend said to me at lunch today "I havent seen you this happy in while" (I was having an upbeat moment) and at first I took insult, but then I realised shes right. I said down and said "thanks for saying i've beem a miserable bitch for god knows how long" when another friend said "you have been".
And they're both right. I'm tired of living now, but i've understood in my head now, no matter how much I say I want to die, I wont.
Because if we all wanted to die so bad, we'd just give up and die naturally. But we don't, we have to hurt ourselves to die. Which shows we did still have some hope in us, that we don't want to die.
I might be becoming my father, but it doesn't have to happen, i'm me, not him. And no matter how much of him runs through me, i'm still Natalie.
A friend asked me why I hated him, and I said the abuse, but I don't think it was, or its not anymore, it used to be, because I never knew why he was the way he was. Now its the way he stole my smile. The way he'll have it forever, until the day I die. Even when he's gone, he'll still be there shadowing me, stopping the sun shineing in my world.
This was just a vent really. Theres nothing to reply to. I've just had a week from hell last week, and today should of been one of my happier days, but it wasn't. Another friend said to me at lunch today "I havent seen you this happy in while" (I was having an upbeat moment) and at first I took insult, but then I realised shes right. I said down and said "thanks for saying i've beem a miserable bitch for god knows how long" when another friend said "you have been".
And they're both right. I'm tired of living now, but i've understood in my head now, no matter how much I say I want to die, I wont.
Because if we all wanted to die so bad, we'd just give up and die naturally. But we don't, we have to hurt ourselves to die. Which shows we did still have some hope in us, that we don't want to die.
I might be becoming my father, but it doesn't have to happen, i'm me, not him. And no matter how much of him runs through me, i'm still Natalie.