I love how parents have the ability to make you feel as though you’ve been hurtling through space happily and suddenly there’s an impenatrable wall infront of you, which you of course collide with, and now every bit of happiness that’s been gathered into your being in the last few weeks has been absorbed into the cracks of the bricks and no matter how hard you try and dig it out, it isn’t going to work.

 

I hate my father.

But I hate the bitch even more.

 

Which probably isn’t fair, but at the moment, I really don’t give a shit.