this is so bull

I had a new poem posted, but because my mother swore most of it was untrue, i took it down. i think i would know what all i went through and why i did what i did. come save me. it was about my ass of a father and how i felt about him and all the troubles from my past. but like normal, I just imagine things, or so my parents both seem to think. love how nobody ever thinks I am being serious or telling the truth.

the only time my life is not hell or bull shit is when my fiancee is around or i am at his house. at least there I know I am not invisible or unnoticed.