Score: 1-0 [Fail!locked, he's emo'ing a bit here and didn't check]

Jun 09, 2009 11:56

...Today's the anniversary of the day my old man disappeared. I don't care about him, really. He never cared about me, just Blitzball, so it doesn't matter anyways.

But I miss Mom. He took her away from me, too. I don't remember how long it was after he disappeared that she died, but it still hurts. A lot.

I'll never forgive him for that.

I took off from Blitzball practice today, there's too much going on my mind for me to play right. I let two shots go right past me easily, and that's something I don't do. I guess my old man still haunts me, even after seven years of him being gone.

I hate him. I hate how he took Mom from me. And I hate how he didn't care. All he knew was the game, and all he cared about was me following in his footsteps. "You, with a woman? You can't even handle a ball! Oh, what's the matter? Gonna cry again? Cry, cry. That's the only thing you're good for!" He'd tell me stuff like that all the time.

...

I'm not gonna cry, dad. Not anymore. Not ever. I'll show you just how good I am. I'll prove it, at the tournament named after you, when the Abes beat the other team, and I outdo you in the Jecht Shot Mark III. You'll see, old man.

brb emoing, baww i miss you mom, go diaf dad, it's not just a game- it's my life

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