Ok.. So now things are going Full Tilt Boogie. I've had to tell my stepfather that he will be leaving tomorrow, weather he likes it or not. Evict him, basically. I hate it. I shouldn't have to do this, it shouldn't be my job to kick him out. He should understand the situation, and take care of his own shit, but he isn't. And so I'm forced to be the "bad guy" and tell him to get out. I fucking hate the way it makes me feel, and I can't stop thinking about it.

I hate his fucking guts, but I am still prone to his opinion of me, and that just sucks.

Someone should hold my head while I vomit my shoes out when this is all over, because I am going to drink, drink, drunk.

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