My whole life was shaped by my old man. He's the source for my natural survival skills that are roughly two percent of all the pain I've dealt with. Ninety eight percent is compiled by the sneering I received in the past. I see it when I close my eyes at night.
It's been 3 years. 3 fuckin years and the wound is still not healed yet. i really wish i had a little more time to tell him that he's the most precious thing in the world to me and that i love him more than anything in this world.. you are still number one in my heart. i hope you're having fun on that next leg of the journey...