Past

My mom and my relationship wasn't really good. Bad to the point that I learned all the curse words through her.

"How is it my fault??? My dad can go around doing women, but why is that my fault?"

That is the question that I always had in my mind.

My mom isn't the first or second wife anyway, he was like that even before I was born!

Well, at least my mom got out of her usual cursing, and didn't call me scum of the humanity.

Not like I asked to be born.

I thought I wouldn't shed a single tear if she died... but when she tried to... I was struck frozen. I guess I was right, not a single tear dropped. Maybe that's because she didn't die in the end, or maybe because I was just too shocked.

I did despise my dad. Coming out of nowhere one day, saying: "I'm your father!"

But he wasn't a bad dad... at least he didn't hit me or curse at me.

Oh, don't worry, the hitting part didn't hurt that much anyway... Ah... maybe it did hurt a bit... fine, it friken hurted like hell.

I want to talk about the time she smashed my head with a M*cBook Air, but it would take too long if I get to that.

(Side note: My head didn't crack, and I didn't die, so it's fine!)

What was I trying to say?... oh ya.

This is basically it. My depressing, sad, more depressing, life. Or at least that was my past.