Who cares about this shit?

 My parents, upon my first arrest, decided it would be good for me to see a shrink. Like I needed a shrink to tell me I have issues with my father. Please, a blind man can see that. During the course of my 'therapy' it was decided that a journal would be good. I've started several, and burned each one after growing bored with it.

However to keep mother happy, here I am, starting again. Seriously, who gives a fuck?