Hatred to my father.

When i was 4, i remember how i was forced out of Boston to go live in Oaxaca, Mexico, by my Father.

Ever since that day, my life started to get grimmer, and grimmer.

... I always hated my father after that for bringing me to this... desert... and through out my life, not letting me go back to the states, no matter my age, no matter my grades, my physical condition, etc.

I remember always begging him to send me back... i remember how frustrated i was to not be able to talk in English with anybody, and constantly being discriminated for not knowing Spanish well, and being called a "Pinche gringo" constantly...

Years past, and i always remembered my dad as being a selfish, arrogant, stubborn jerk.

He'd always put himself first in the list for everything, he will never admit he's wrong (even if i showed him evidence), and he was an a-hole to people.

He would always constantly pressure me to finding a girlfriend, always pocking me in the back with his finger telling me to "smile", really loudly, in which case the people could hear, and basically embarrass me. (He's deaf, he embarrassed me allot of times in my life because of that, but that's not his fault, did i mention that im asexual?)

I also just recently found out that he forced me and the rest of the family to live in Mexico so he could get free Marijuana and wouldn't go to jail for it, im also against drugs, but i really wouldn't give a damn if he did them, but to force me and the rest of my family to leave our lives and dreams behind so he could rot his brain on that crap, now that's just plain cruel.

My rage and hate for my father rises with each day, and i just cant wait to get out of Mexico, spit in his face, and never see him again...