My family decided to wait till Christmas morning to open the presents. Usually, they like to open the gifts on Christmas Eve, which I find annoying. I mean, who the hell does that right? Anyways, here's what I gotten. Most of these were what I expected, only 1 gift caught me off guard: 2 Thermal shirts, 2 Blue jeans, $15 iTunes Gift card, New shoes (A brand I don't really like), Socks, 2 batteries, and a DVD player. When I was unwrapping the batteries, it was in like a small box, at first I thought it was going to be a watch. When I unwrapped, Two double A batteries fell out, and landed on my lap. I was like. "Batteries, Again?" The DVD player caught me off guard, didn't think they'd get me something like that. All the clothes I had predicted. Last year, they had gotten me a pack of battieres, this year, only two. Gee I wonder how many batteries I'll get next year. Gawwlee I cannot wait! -Sarcasm-

I was born in Harlan County Kentucky, and every since my Mom and Dad broke up with each other when I was a kid, thats when my life became hell. I always loved where my Mom lived, but my Dad had custody of me, and made me live with him, in "The City". I'm a country boy, and every since I've been here in the city, my Dad held me back in 4th grade even though I passed it, he held me back because he thought I was a retard Now I'm a Sophomore, Again, supposed to be my Senior year, but no... Dad just had to screw up my life when I passed the 4th Grade. Anyways, I've tried to explain to my Dad that I never did belong up here and that I never would. He just keeps on saying the samething everytime I mention this. He either says, "Your better off here." or "I know whats best for you." I'm 17 now and I know hes full of BS because it was his fault that my life is as F'ed up right now, so yeah that pisses me off how he acts like he knows whats right for me.
I remember when I was a kid, still down in the country, I was wanting to be a Carpenter, but now that Dad had screwed up my life, I doubt I won't be able to be a Carpenter. I just hope that when I turn 18 and head back down to the Country where I should've been my whole life, that I can end up getting a job, no thanks to Dad.
This was a subject that I've always wanted to tell somebody for a few years now, and it feels good to get it off my chest. I just hope that I am able to repair all the stuff that Dad's done to me.