I wasnt perfect nor I claim to be .
I always have a ton of things on my mind, none are worthy of worrying about but I do . The music above basically describes in a nutshell my relationship with my father. Im 20 years old and the only true memory I have of him is him running out on me during spring break. He had free room and food at my mothers house, I lived in the dorms at the time . And what does he do? he leaves to a tour an 1 and mins away , everything he promised me down the drain , he told me he was going to teach me how to drive take me out to lunch when I was done with work and school . Did he do any of that? no ...He left me , when I stopped crying and he finally called my mother to tell her where he was (my aunts house) . He promised he would make it up to me , he tried .. but .. honestly it just felt like he was buying me off , taking me out for dinner a movie and shopping . A girls dream right? honestly not at the most , yes granted I did spend time with him saw him. But I never felt loved by him . The on