I dont understand it, my last month was so strange.

First off, my father and i have had some very strong feeling against each other. Well, three weeks ago, I was riding with my dad to his house because he wanted to spend some time with me. He asked me since now im a senior, and I graduate in only half a year, what am i going to do? I told him, my art is becomeing my life, so I think I want to be a tattoo artist. He took that very hard, enough to tell me that he failed at a parent, and dosnt ever want to talk to me again, because it reminds him of how poorly he raised me... Such a nice thing to say to your 17 year old son. That started off my month quarter way. It actually ended out pretty well. My dad and I dont talk anymore, but I can boast a few things now. For one, I have advanced in grade half way through my Junior year. Second, I have an awsome girl friend which i just recently was blessed enough to recieve... Thank you Fonsy. Thirdly, through my terrorably emo emotional state, i have fed the bad feelings to my creativity, and used it as insperation to draw, write, and see things in a new way. I feel better, you can even say enlightened, for I can now see what my fathers motivations in life towards me were all about. Im pretty much trying to say, that life is ironic, my greatest fear for a long time was never hearing from or seeing my dad anymore, because I loved him, but now that hes gone, my life has taken a step in the right direction. So... Its all good.