Sometimes the truth is exactly what you do not want to hear. With all the tension at home lately... I could tell a fight was brewing. And.. it broke out last night. I was truthful, which was probably more painful than just saying the usual shit to end the fight. My patience is thinning. This type of repetition is enough to drive someone mad. So i said the truth. I don't want our little quarrels to end unresolved anymore. I thought my dad would be out of my life once the divorce was finalized, but he seems to creep in and affect my family members now as much as ever. She has to let him go. He only ever brought grief and emotional/physical trauma. I need to get out of this place. While i have a good life, there is no room for growing anymore. Things will be better when i move out. I want to get a move on with my fucking future already.