No grudge or complaints or anything but...

My father has the most amazing ability to make me feel like a small worthless girl, and to turn on the accompanying waterworks. Everytime, without fail.

I'm not sure I like myself that much sometimes.

Here I was feeling all puffed up (but not wanting to admit it as usual), and just a 10 minute meeting with the big ole daddy and I can be reduced to feeling like S.H.I.T. It's like the bubble world that I construct around myself will collapse without fail, but I will still end up rebuilding it in time, trying to make it stronger than ever. Maybe one day it will withstand the emotional breakdowns and the unseen strings that only he seems to have over me.

I dunno what I'm doing, who I am, and where I want to be anymore.

~ st*rcr*ss*d ~