Though it hurts. Gotta shrug it off..

"But of course... whenever I started making her daughter realize its wrong to be a slut and a worthless druggie... she got pissed and told me to go away."

He can read this. I don't care. This is just the last straw for me. I can't stand drama, you all know I can't. It's why I have strived to become a police officer. To stop drama. I hate people, I hate all of you. Fucking get over it, and stop this crap.

And damn it.. This sucks. I am known for giving advice. Some of you may argue that point, but I know I am. I do it all the time, to people you all don't even friggen know. And yet, I was in need of advice. I asked my father what to do. I'm stuck in a rock and a hard place. What am I to do? Who should I drill between the eyes?

He is unstable. He takes after his mother in a relationship. He doesn't know what to do, when it all goes well. He breaks down, and goes wild. He needs to learn to grow up, people are leaving him, moving on. 10 years pass, he'll be all alone. I can't help him. I want to, but I can't. Not that I don't know how, but that I can't. He must do it on his own.

All I have left to me, is the Tao. I strive to understand it. To look for it in guidance. But all I can do, is have faith in it, to let it continue on as the Tao does. The Tao is an endless change. One way or another, this will all carry through, and a solution will create itself, naturally. Since there is no way for me to smooth it out to be a good solution, I am merely left with two or more bad solutions.

May the Tao lead me down the right path...

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