When I go to my dad's I always leave in a funk. It happens little by little and by the time I'm crossing the street to get in my car I feel as though he has reached inside of my soul and turned off the light.
Everything goes dark within me and everything that makes me who I am seems dimmer, like it isn't good enough.
Perhaps I feel that way because I spend roughly 3 to 4 hours being more or less ignored. I walk around trying to do everything possible to help or enage in conversation but as long as it is about me I know I will fail. He can't talk about me, he can barely formulate a single sentence to reply to anything personal I may bring up.
He used to be my world. I want my world back. I want him to reach back inside and turn on the light.
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- allison ames
- I am broken. I wasn't born that way. I wasn't born broken. Somehow along the way I broke, over and over again I broke. It's hard to fix something that's been broken so many times. I've tried to fix me, so have others. But I've made mistakes, I've broken me too and now I don't know whether I deserve to be fixed. I wake up every morning and try to mend broken me.
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