Dad-

I wonder sometimes were you get your opinions. Your ideas and your will to defend them with such fire. You know, you KNOW that I don't want to hear all of your jokes about homosexual people. I don't want to hear any of your rasist slang. Any of your sexist prodings. I don't need it. You wonder why I don't come around for dinner. Why I'm never around to talk and let you vent all of your stories from the day on me, the perfect set of ears for them. Your more alone now then you have been in years. No one to listen, no one to nod and smile. And yet, when I do come around, when I am here you push me away. I still live here father, I sleep here and I take the food you offer. I'm not so far away. I just find it so sufficating here now. It all weighs down on me and I always just manage to slither out from under it all to seek my sanctuary in a school that you would rather I didn't even attend. Where did your dreams for me go? Why don't you want me to sucsed anymore? Why must I sit here and rot for you now?

I wonder when you decided to change these things. I know that you still love me and all the pokes and prodes about what I eat and do are only for my well being. I just wish that it was alright to come home sometime and just sit.