confession #154
hi daddy,
i haven't seen you in a while. do you miss me? cause i miss you. i barely even started to type this and im in tears. i always say how much i hate you, but that's not true. i love you, i just hate what you do. let's think back to when you and mom broke up for good, do you remember? i do, all of it. i remeber when you through the baby gate at her. i remember the cops picking you up and putting you in the car and taking you away. i remember everything that happened that day. i remember when you got in a fight with justin, your cousion. you walked up to papa's house with a baseball bat, you ever high as ever. i saw terrifed. you and justin fist fighting in the frount yard, you never knew i was watching out of my bedroom window. i remmeber when you left me of your girlfriend, ali. i loved her and her kids. but you left to live in california with them. you left us, me and my brothers. i remember when you took me to that drug dealers house with you. i remember when you told me we were going to the fair and somehow i woke up in my grandpas van with you and your friends, smoking. i love you daddy, i just hate what you do, and what you've done. maybe one day i'll wake up and all this will be a bad dream
love, your little girl.