My dad has a certain image of who I am....because I am his daughter...the one who will fulfill all his dreams of success (atleast thats how I see it). So when I fail...when I feel like I am not measuring up....when I **** up and land in the psych ward because I overdosed on antidepressants and was in the ER.....

yeah...

I guess those things make him think I'm not the daughter he thought I was...or something...but I'm trying....I want to be great....its just hard when you're all alone...and there's alcohol....I'm probably going to miss class tomorrow....wow I am so ADD on this post....Im everywhere...you prob dont know WTF is going on