twentyseven.
you make me not want to come back home. i've been trying so hard to forgive and forget, but you're still emotionally gone for half my life, life is all about money or successes to you. and if i make one mistake, you treat me like i'm nothing, like you've never made a mistake in your life. i'm supposed to love you. i'm supposed to honor you. i'm supposed to be a part of this loving/perfect family but i'm not. not even close. you leave me broken. abandonment and neglect and resentment is what i've learned through the past years with you. and the fact is, you're pushing me farther away with every action. money does not buy love or happiness and that is something you will never understand, and i've never belonged to you. thanks for being a colossal disappointment.
