scales

I'm too quick to doubt myself and others. It's almost like I want to, just for the sake of it, I don't know.

The closer I get with Flo, the worse my relationship with my father gets. They're like two ends of a scale, with my feelings being weights that balance or unbalance the two ends. The more love I feel for Flo, the higher my father rises out of my reach. I'm a failure to him anyway, as he likes to tell me recently. I've stooped low. I'm incapable. I don't care enough.

Screw you.

You don't know anything. You keep talking and talking that one big eternal monologue of yours and you never stop to think that maybe it's not all like you make it out to be, maybe at some point, you miscalculated. Stop telling me and my brother that we're failures, stop assuming things that are just plain lies and idiocy. Stop. Just don't try to say anything anymore, he won't listen to you and I can't stand up to you because I know it wouldn't get to you. God knows I've tried.

/P.