Daddy aint comin' home.
I'm thinking about him more and more now. It's little things that remind me of him and wish I hadn't given up or something along those lines. I'm not sure why I miss him because I can't remember a time even in the past 3 years that I enjoyed having him around. I got so fed up with knowing that I was living a lie for so long that I had to give up. My emotions got to me so quickly and those certain things were said so quickly. I don't know what to think anymore. I'm the only one who still hates him and the only one he doesn't call. It's been a good 4 months since I set that ghastly email. I don't even know what to say to him. I just don't want all these hateful feelings to come back whenever we chose to talk again. I feel like I fucked with his life as much as he fucked with mine; in a sense. Oh boy.