Sorry, Everyone

I think my dad hates me writing.  I was ok writing, but I lost something along the way.  The gift of writing.  Now I think he hates me writing.  (I almost capitalized that "he."  Now you know what's wrong.  My dad thinks he's god.  Not just a god.  God over certain people.  That is so demented.

You can't tell a person not to write.  That's like telling someone you can't speak. Oh wait, he told me that, too, when I was a kid.  

Anyway, I'm totally over him.  And I mean that like I really hate him.  He says that I looked better with acne.

Sorry, everyone who receives my blog.  But he is horrible and not willing to sacrifice to help people.  He wants to do big things and rule over every part of certain people's lives.  Not cool.