Dec 9, 2011 15:42 (3:42PM) Friday
First day off in a week, I worked for the past 6 days full time. It'll look good on the pay cheque. I've been working for the past 50 days I think, as a *REDACTED* at *REDACTED*. Occasionally I get days on till, which aren't as bad as I imagined, though rushes aren't fun.
(also, I haven't missed a day yet)
*REDACTED NAME* works 3:30-11:30PM today, though they usually leave at around 11:00PM since the work gets done early. I always get morning shifts. 9-5 is the latest I ever got, and that was only the last 2 days. I prefer morning shifts oddly enough.
15:48 (3:58PM) Still Dec 9, 2011
Though I hate even thinking of them, parents are still annoying me. Keeps offering presents, old man said he's going to *REDACTED* and wants to see me before he goes. I said 'Have a nice trip.'
I think he gets the picture now, I don't want anything to do with him. I also want to forget about her too but at least I can deal with mom. The old man I'd rather strangle than hug, I can't take any more of his BS. Memories of him haunt me, they don't comfort me.
>That's all I wrote for that day
I know, sounds cringy, but the fact of the matter is that I'm still haunted by memories of him. Shouldn't be much longer before he's dead, and I will feel much relief in that I will never have to see or hear him ever again. I've since broken things off with mom as well. I don't speak to or see either of them. 100% cut off. So although this entry was from almost 6 years ago, not much has changed in terms of familial relations. I seriously envy those who have a good relationship with their parents, and consistently the biggest tear-jerkers for me in films are when fathers show great pride/love/affection to their children. Like in 300 when the father goes berserk after seeing his son, whom he was very proud of, get beheaded before his eyes, or that scene in Click where the old father with that coin-behind-the-ear trick tells his son on 'auto-pilot' that he loves him very much. Recently seen the movie 'Inside Out' for the first time, since I've heard good things about that cartoon, and even though I wasn't even drunk the scene where she gets back home from getting off the bus brought a couple tears to my eyes. Didn't outright weep, but bloody Hell if I were actually drunk I likely would have blubbered like a baby.