It's funny how as soon as your start crying over something, the person you're crying about pops back up. Like, my dad and I don't have a great relationship. He lives across the country so why would we? All I ever wanted to do, was make him proud. I want him to tell his friends about me and the other two kids he left behind instead of only saying he has 5. He doesnt. He has 8 kids and he refuses to admit it. I'm his fucking oldest and it's like I don't exist. Kind of hurts. A lot actually. But oh well. Maybe one day I'll get recognized for my successes instead of my mistakes.
