Back in mums house. I seem to be dividing my time between the kindness of mother, and the spite and coldness of father. He thinks himself Christian but if thats a Christian then Heaven must be a vile place. My father has a cruel heart. He likes to give outsiders the impression he's a family man but they're fooled to easily. He's never been a good father.
Drank a few shots of whiskey and took valium. Got some really cool poetry written today. Have 300 smackeroonies saved too.
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