On days like today, I ponder the irony of not having the presence of a father around, but still having to send an empty; hollow message to someone. To thank them for the bare minimum, that they’ve never even extended to me
Lol at my dick of an uncle, who called me & “my generation” narcissistic, all bc I was using Snapchat at the time, MAKING A SNAPCHAT?!!! Like wtf?!! The irony. Guess who the real narcissist is
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to completely heal from the fact that I was robbed of the daddy experience. I will never get to experience a fathers love like that, & sometimes that shit weighs heavy
I’ll be honest, I think one of the hardest things for me as an adult, is continuing to hurt from things that I cannot change. Whether it be from childhood, school years, young adulthood, could be anything. They’re just not things I thought I’d have to continue to work through.