Love in general is a figment of imagination in fact. I'm tired of having to listen to my father tear me apart every time I start to pick up and head in the right direction. He says he doesn't want a "*****" in "his house"? Well guess what asshole? I DON'T WANT TO COME HOME EVER AGAIN! And when I need him most, when everything is falling apart around me no matter how hard I try all my boyfriend can think about is himself. Fuck him too. Most of all, fuck ME. I am not a *****, I am not a slut, and I do not lack common sense. University did not accept me for no reason. I have my merits and I am going to stick up for them. Anyone who tries to drag me down can kiss my ass. Oh, and my father calling me fat was low and immature. He should take a look in the mirror and remember what he learned in biology about genetics. Wait, FUCK I forgot he didn't ever take biology! Fucking dumbass.