I wonder how my parents really think of me. I love my mom but she's not a good person and she's done and said bad things to me. She'll never admit that. I used to hate her but, I had to push it aside to be happy. And don't get me started on my dad. He was never really there. Always bought me stuff but, he's just a stranger to me. Now that I'm older, he's trying to fix the situation but it's not gonna work. It's dead. I went so long without my dad. I'm grateful for what he gives me but there is no connection, I'd never ask for things tho.
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