Me.

Dear reader,
From a young age I knew that reality was nothing I wanted to be a part of. I dealt with the fact that my parents were divorced before I even started kindergarten. A vivid memory I kept hidden away, of the night my father sealed my fate. Closing one door, inevitably causing me to lose touch with the only world I lived in, leaving open a window to a new one. Only four years old yet able to grasp the fact that my parents were never going to sleep in the same bed again. I would grow up feeling more comfortable with my non-biological father figure than I did with my biological father. That isn't fair. I had no choice, no chance. Love him as much as I do, my father always gives me another reason to be disappointed.