kawasaysrawr

Dear Daddy Dearest. You're not the man I grew up with. You're not the man that held my hand to cross the street for the ice cream truck. You're not the man who I hugged and cried on when the monster in my closet came out. It's not because I've grown up, I'm still tried to love you. I can't love you anymore; I'm done trying. You've become the monster in the closet, for the whole house. What happened? What changed you? We're all tired of trying. Be a man, and grow up yourself. Or two years will be gone sooner than you realize it. Gone like sister is, gone with mom, and gone with me.