Anthony's Journal

Today I started my journal. I hate my life now. Ever thing I do it ends up in a fail. Mabye its because I cant express my self though speach. That's why I want to be a writer. But lets not get ahead of our self's. That hope fully will be my future. But my present looks like hell. My father hates me now. Its all because 1. I didn't want to put my money in the bank and I like I said cant express my self though speach. Now he just sings songs about stuff to make me feel terrible about the way I am and it just keeps getting worse. Some times I feel like just walking up to him and tell him he is a sick twisted basterd that needs some kind of help. But I cant I'll never have the guts to say that to him now mabye when I'm older that's all I have now so ill talk to you guy's later Bye. XD