Well...I got 3 medicines from my doctor. Two antibiotics and one a pain medicine. Now why am I bring up about my medicine? And why is the title called...feel used. Well...yesterday after my appointment and I got my medicine dad is angry. For some reason. But as I found out from mom he is angry I got pain medicine. Which to me I understand why. He wants my medicine but he can't cause I need it. My mouth is that bad guys...when the dentist looked at ALL 4 of my wisdom teeth he said the gums are infected and the bacteria formed its own gum. And tonsil stone are created from it so I could get a nasty infection and worse...it can kill me if I didn't have antibiotics. So...yeah...but my dad...he don't care. He wants me to give him my PAIN meds. Wants me to suffer. He gets 180 pain pills and he eats them all in 4 DAYS!!! Now...he wants mine and mom said no to him cause she didn't know how much in pain I was and dad did know but...I owe him.:/

This bacteria could have killed me...and...he hates me and moms guts. He even admitted just now fighting with mom that he was snooping around mom's stuff finding her medicine and taking them. He even called her a drunk. Dad drinks a lot and takes to many pain pills but when he is all out he sniffs for ours if we got any. -Sighs- I knew he was an ass but...I didn't think he was that heartless of a man to ask for mine but I have to take them with me and shit. Because he will find my medicine and steal it. Doctor said I could be in an emergency room or worse but...he don't care. So right now...all this time my old man I look up to never really did love me. To be honest...I was his trophy of his seed. I done a lot of good things to impress him and it worked but as it turns out he was just using me. So he could feel good about himself. That's how I feel right now...he broke my heart guys....father to son....I was more like father to trophy. I...I have nothing else to say...I am sick...I just took my pain meds...its calming me down but it can't heal a broken heart nor...can it wash away my tears.

Thanks dad...thanks a lot...I loved you...and your 3 words you said to me...are just shit your slapping me with. You...can burn in hell. I don't care if you die....I don't care if you get killed by a mugger...I DON'T CARE! Because I am not...saving you this time.

I am helping mom find a very good damn lawyer and were kicking him out. Were taking everything he has...and well...we will see if rather or not it was worth screwing his family...even me. So right now...I am in bed...playing Red Dead Redemption. Blowing bad guys heads off wishing it was my heartless demon downstairs.