When I talk you constantly talk over me.
When I start to yell, you yell louder over my screaming.
When I'm done, you go on to yell in my ear.
Does being adopted make me any less of a son than you?! He took us in and we were his before you even came into the picture, you little DIPSHIT of a son. Hell, I'm not calling myself son of the year, but I'll be DAMNED before you say you are any better of a person for still having your father around.
I can't get a word in on the converstation, all I can do is walk, or more of run, away.
Congrats. You won. The only father I've ever known is now all your's. Enjoy.
When I start to yell, you yell louder over my screaming.
When I'm done, you go on to yell in my ear.
Does being adopted make me any less of a son than you?! He took us in and we were his before you even came into the picture, you little DIPSHIT of a son. Hell, I'm not calling myself son of the year, but I'll be DAMNED before you say you are any better of a person for still having your father around.
I can't get a word in on the converstation, all I can do is walk, or more of run, away.
Congrats. You won. The only father I've ever known is now all your's. Enjoy.
