“There are several reasons why I turned out to be kind of a bitch. One has to do with my dad, one has to do with my dad being never care about me since i was 9.”
Dear Person Who Has Been Sleeping Under A Rock, My Lovely Daddy.
I love when my male teachers talk about their families and their daughters and stuff and when they have framed pictures of their kid’s first day in school or whatever on their desks, Dads (good dads) are my favorite kind of people, i just love knowing that they exist because my dad didn’t.
it sucks when i see parents that like really love their kids. most of the time i’m fine or whatever, i don’t care. but when you see a dad that plays baseball with his son, or lets his kid ride on his shoulders, or holds his daughter’s hand when they’re crossing the street or like… take you home after school and goes to theme park and helps out with homework and yeah i can’t deal with it i don’t know what to do, because i’ve never been through the moment when i have my dad as my superman or somewhat that every little girl ever dreamed of for her daddy.
Dad, all i know about you is that i loves your bucks so don’t blame me about everything we’ve been through as a daddy-daughter.
Dear Dad, everything’s your fault. Love, Me.
LOVE IT. MEAN IT.