I haven’t seem my father since Crystal Clear Pepsi but yesterday, I missed him. Not him per se but the idea of a dad.
Not that fishing and playing catch bullshit, but the man that was supposed to teach me how to be a man. Whatever that is supposed to be.

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Its been at least a day and I don’t know what to say to J, my good friend, co-conspirator, the Hall to my Oates.
and also the person who the big sush refers to as my boyfriend.

Its a hard subject to touch upon, even now that my anger has passed.
Mr. “Bros-before-Hoes” constantly ditches me in lieu of his sweetheart, it really doesn’t bother me.
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