my life is preety much fucked up right now. no wait, it always has been. sometimes i make one of the worst decisions ever and i keep regretting about every single thing that i did. i think it's genetic. my mom lives a preety fucked up life too.(it wasn't meant to be offensive.) there's just so many obstacles obstructing the path that i'm walking right now. countless of it. i wonder why? mom's arranged a meeting for us to visit him. i don't want to see him. but i have to. i hate him. i don't know what to say when i see that pathetic face of his. looks like i'll have to put on a smile and pretend that i'm really anxious to see him. and then i have to put up with all the crap he will be saying. i hate him for the things that he had done. stop saying that you're sorry. i'm sick of it.