letters to my dad ig? idk it's a rant
who do u think u are? I've heard all the stories of how much you've done me dirty before i could even form a memory. my whole life you've thought it was ok to come in and out whenever u please for years on end. u can leave for 3,4,5,6, or 7 years but never managed to stay longer then 12 months. "i was in toronto" does Toronto not have phones? pay phones? a random persons phone on the street? u could of reached out at least wish me a happy birthday.. and u wonder why i ignore ur calls?
years and years of u being a disappointment to me. yet u think because this is your 12 active month straight that u have the privilege of being able to criticize how i dress? my body? my face? my hair?my choices? my friends? my sexuality? my future? my present? who the fuck do u think you are?
did u ever think why my hair is so thin? did u ever stop and think about how it feels to be me? to be scared of ur father and his family figuring out who u truly are? did u ever think about how it feels to be scared of being killed? not by my own hand but by my fathers and anyone on your side of the family?!
being a kid seeing u homeless on the side of the road so deep in an episode that u don't even remember me?
you don't even know me. you don't know my favourite food, colour, activity. you don't know about my illnesses or the countless times I've tried to end my own life?
you are a shitty excuse for a human. you could never even apologize for everything u did? no of course not just excuses nothing but that. ur not a man ur a boy full of excuses. ur pathetic and don't deserve mine or anyone else's love.
that felt nice to let out.. i wish i could scream it at him tho