I guess you're all thinking "Oh no, not another oppressive rant from a stupid adolescent teenager who was branded a failure since the day he was born, which happens to be; the 3rd of August 1990 at 3:00 AM." Well you're right; I'm stupid, I'm a failure, I'm adolescent, I'm fucked up, I don't deserve the air that I'm inhaling right now, I don't deserve anything good in this world, or atleast, that's the way my Father see's me. My father used to be a man of generosity, courtesy, understanding and various other desirable traits. He was a true father figure and if only he knew how much I respected him and how much I wanted to be exactly like of him, when I was younger. That's all changed now though, I don't recognise him anymore, I haven't been able to recognise him since I was 8, who is this man that claims to be my Father and pays the bills, just so my sorry arse can exist? All he ever does now is belittle my Brother, my Mother and myself, as well as, constantly arguing with every single one of us and of course, forcing his oppressive healthy regime upon each and every one of us. He finds it hard to understand why my elder Brother is so arrogant, well, It's easy to understand for me, the seed doesn't fall too far from the tree. I can't get a word in anymore whilst attempting to talk to him, it's as if he never wanted a second Son and I wouldn't blame him, who would want me as a Son, I'm an abomination, in every sense of the word. Just to emphasise on how much of a Failure I am - I've never passed a single test or exam at School, I failed all of my GCSE's and I didn't even manage to get a D in either of them - Most of them were foundation exams (The easy ones), as well. My social and conversational skills are less than desirable, I'm probably one of the shyest and most quiet people that you've ever met; I stammer, I stutter and I mumble. I have trouble starting, maintaining and ending conversations, I have no idea what to say or what to talk about. I try to hide from other people because of my fear of being judged by people, just like I judge myself. I hate myself and with every bone in my body, my self-esteem is so incredibly low and has been for a very long time. Anyway, here I am, sitting down infront of my Computer with a bandage on my right ankle and I was meant to be going to College today but no, my clumsy arse had to go and kick one of the heavy leather chairs downstairs because I felt like I was being deceived by my College; I hate being deceived. For all I know and knowing my luck; that's the end of my ambitions, dreams and everything else. Did my Dad even care that I was hurt this morning? Nope, not one bit, he just stormed off, slammed the front door and went to work. I miss my 'old' Dad, I hate the 'new' one, if only the 'new' one could see how much I miss the 'old' one, new doesn't mean it's going to be better, especially in this case. The sooner I get myself a weekend job, enough money to survive on and move out, the better. I'm rambling, I'm going to shut up now, it's something I should of done a long time ago and I'm sorry for being the world's biggest and most hopeless failure. Callum.