1_21Guns
November 17th, 2009, 04:49 PM
Basically, there was the funeral of my uncles dad today, I didn't go. But my dad did. So did my mum. They've split up, and don't talk. I don't see him. For reasons most probably know. He was an alcoholic before they split, now he's slipped straight back into being extremely alcoholic, and its all my fault. He turned up to the after part of the funeral drunk out of his mind, and was only there because it was an excuse to drink. Crazy. If I wasn't being such a selfish cow in the first place, he'd be okay, Mum would be alright. And I'd be the same old me. Nothings changed since. Its redic, for ages and ages I ran it over my mind, not once did it come any clearer. I hate myself for it, I really do.