Anyway, we had to see this arsehole. He decided that he was going to make life hell again, and push me into doing things I don't want to. Like come down on my own and see him. Like tell him when I'm free so he can come and see me. Like spend my 18th birthday with him rather than my friends. LIKE SPEND NEXT CHRISTMAS WITH HIM.
I also really can't understand how one person can be in such a foul temper all the time. In all my 17 years of knowing him (and trust me, that's 17 years too many), I have never once seem him smile. Not once. EVER. Not even when I got a Jack Petchey Award. Not even when I was elected chairman of our school's anti-bullying group....
Actually, I'll save my inconsequent ramblings until I can order my thoughts in some sort of logical way that I can understand and make sense to myself (no guarantee it'll make sense to you though
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