Dear..."dad"
When i was little, i always drempt that one day there would be a knock on my door and i would find you standing there with ballons and teddy bears. and a thousand hugs and kisses waiting for me. I sit here and think back and i realize how stupid i was to believe that. But i was young and nieve and dont worry i'm getting older and smater and slowly realizing that dreams are not reality.
Im sorry if right now i sound like a bit of a smart elic or however you want to put it but it really does piss me off. I sit here and i cry and i realize that im wasting my tears. my dreams will never be reality. and im learning to accept that but untill i completley do, i will stay pissed. Im sorry that i kind of cussed when i said "pissed", its really not like me to but im over it.
