Daddy, why did you leave me?
I can't help but think about it. Is something wrong with me?
I try to hate him, but I can't, yet I remain angry.
Apart of me just wishes I had a stable relationship with my father, and envy girls with their dads in their life while the other side of me just hopes he rots in hell for the emotional state he's placed me in several times.
To blame me for our fucked up relationship despite years of me trying but him effortlessly reciprocating.
It's not fair, and it hurts, but I can't help but still love him despite living a spotty awkward life with him. Both needing him and hating him.
It hurts feeling like a parent doesn't truly love you, but only exists in your life because the government is involved.
Everything feels scattered.
No siblings, hardly genuine friends...generally walking a lonely path. Slowly growing older and resenting people but not being bold enough to hate them.
My father for never being there, my "best friend" for treating me horribly, my family for disregarding me, and my friends not including me.
Sadness turns into anger I am incapable of controlling. Anger returns to sadness, and the cycle continues until I can no longer handle the pain and have a complete break down.
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