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.
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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