people may wonder why i'm fucking distant or i don't seem to care about certian fucking things as much as i should. newsflash there's only a few things i really and truly care about and it seems like currently they are systemactily taken away from me, nothing like opening your heart and soul up to someone years ago to someone who now contuinually uses a dagger to continue to ruip out the black peices of my soul. if you/her/sheshe truly understood me she would have never treated me the way she fucking does. if she truly loved her son she would not treat us the way she does. she is the reason that her son is growing up Just like I did, the diffrence is that She has a choice I did not growing up.
Current mood: Reflective.
Well my son turned six
just the other day
he said thanks for the ball Dad
come on let's play
can you teach me to throw
I said not today - I got a lot to do
he said that's o.k.
and he walked away and he
smiled and he said
you know I'm gonna be like him yeah
you know I'm gonna be like him
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