Today is my father's birthday.
I'll have "to ge"t up in a few hours, put on a not-unhappy face and zone out as he talks about things I could not care less.
Wow, I sound like a major bitch.
Oh well, I am a major bitch.
And it's not as if I'm daddy's little girl. I hate this fakeness, this stupid show we put on for the three of us. We pretend we care for
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