I don’t always feel like doing life anymore. I am happy, probably the happiest I’ve ever been, but when the waves of the world toss me around, I don’t feel strong enough to fight against the currents. I think I’d rather let myself go with the flow and be pulled under if that’s where I end up. If only the turbulent winds would just carry me away to a place where only love and acceptance exist. But that is not the life I have been born into, and that is not the life I’ll ever know.
His words fester beneath the surface, weary words of disdain and ill repute. But what can I do, and how can I be anything more? For I am just another daughter, a regret still in the making. And my existence is a constant reminder of all he’s ever done wrong.