You know all those little words you say? Yeah, those hurt. You wonder why I’m so fragile, sticks and stones are not the only thing that break me. Denial, disrespect, and the feeling of not meeting your standards can break a few things. Let’s count! Heart, Strength, confidence,… Will to try. Just nothing seems to impress you, and yet it’s one of the standards for a father to show pride in his daughter. To show willingness to support her rather than break her down because she’s not perfect enough. Because she reads plays instead of novels. She writes from her heart and speaks from her mind only because her thoughtful comments are rejected by your reality. The day this will end is the day she will proudly be able to say her name without shame. To speak without feeling crouched, out of fear from your guidelines of perfect. And to be able to find a person inside her, who is or isn’t real, to please you. But until then, Bravo. You have officially crowned your pedestal. Take your purple sash and iced - stone heart and continue your precious ridicule.
I'm too happy :P
hmmm :) Despicable me —- recesss… flowers… and an adorable gentlemen. :P