Love yourself

Dad, he had contracted a disease as a child due to the lack of love he received. Real down about it, he evolved into a poor me. I’ve had it. I run up to him, looked him dead in the left eye, real deep into the void of the pupil.

You’ve got to love your fucking self

You’ve got to love your fucking self!

Over and over again

It struck a chord. I felt it doing something.

Something in him changed, not in the way I had anticipated.

You’re a maniac! He says.

I was backing away, shocked at this response.

My backing up let to my pet dog.

What are you going to do to Lincoln? Stay away from him! He says with all his might.

I’m nervous as hell, so I run to my room and gather my things. I’m out the door with tears coming out of me like a storm.

My Dad and I never got along. He’s always scared me, bothered me, annoyed me, judged me, manipulated me, insulted me, but I know he’s always loved me. Still I can’t trust him, and for that I can’t trust anybody.