Low blows.
by my rates that was turning into quite an aggressive argument with my dad. The minute he started insulting my need for listening to radiohead was the minute I lost it COMPLETELY. I mean to a point insult ME all you like, but if you fucking dare to question or worse MOCK how I deal with my depression via listening to radiohead then that's when we're going to have problems.
I could feel the veins in my neck pulsating and the redness in my face forever increasing.
I know it all sounds quite 'heat of the moment' but I think tomorrow I'm going to call Michelle and ask to live with her for some if not all of the summer.
I can't be round him anymore, he's bringing me down by exceedingly high levels now and to be completely honest with you I just don't care anymore about any of this anymore.
The best way to in some way summarise it all would be to briefly explain how it all ended. He was sat on the sofa, I was stood up in the middle of the room somewhat shaking and crying and he said to me something like 'this really can't go on, it's doing no good' and I replied with 'no it's not good because this is the part where someone is meant to hold me and tell me that everything's going to be OK but I guess I've never really had that' then I left the room sobbing, went upstairs to my room and shut myself away from everything via how to disappear completely blasting through my headphones. Now I feel a bit calmer.
So to link to the beginning, yes dad, obviously listening to radiohead is a pathetic and laughable thing for me to be doing. I mean it's not like listening to them has ever stopped me from doing anything incredibly severe before.. Or should I say is stopping me from doing anything right now.
Ode to radiohead: thank you for keeping my feet above the ground and not letting me surcome to the taunting voices of the end which will forever plague me.
They're literally everything.
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