I'm still really torn up about what happened with my dad... He told my grandmother my brother and I deserved what we got, and should've gotten more. Loud noises make me jump, and I have to comfort myself at night if I sleep alone. The only times I've felt safe are when I was in the arms of either my best friend, or the guy I'm falling for in another city. I know, I have daddy issues...
It hurts so much that my own father doesn't love me... That he feels like I deserve that shit...
I feel like if my own father can't love me, no man will...
Just writing that little bit brings me to tears. I don't know what I'd do without my best friend sometimes.. He's my superhero more often than not.
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