"Oh please, my dad doesn't think I'm on drugs - he knows I'm on drugs. Adderall. ADHD. Diagnosed at the tender age of six." He throws up his hands. "He knows I'm too tweaked on a daily basis to be on drugs. Now if I had a girlfriend, he might actually worry."
He didn't want to hurt his father. That could never happen and yet....he knew he didn't have the control right now. "Can't we just...work on my control issues and see if I can be released back into my natural habitat or something? I can do this! If Scott can lick his aggression, I can control my blood lust. I just need to have something to focus on...."
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Date: 2012-12-25 03:29 am (UTC)He didn't want to hurt his father. That could never happen and yet....he knew he didn't have the control right now. "Can't we just...work on my control issues and see if I can be released back into my natural habitat or something? I can do this! If Scott can lick his aggression, I can control my blood lust. I just need to have something to focus on...."