Sometimes when I hurt, I don't know if I am hurting because of Alex or because of my dad.
Sometimes when I cry, I don't know if I am crying because of Alex or because of my dad.
I feel like I did not receive the love I deserved.
Honestly, I don't know if my dad has ever been in love or knows what that is like. I know he loves me, but I don't know if I believe that he loves me in the way most people think of a father-daughter love.
Sometimes I wonder if I am looking for a man in my life to be my husband or to be my dad.
Oh, and my mom just called me to tell me she is going to spend the night at Ernie's tonight (wtf? they almost broke up earlier this week and now this... he had told her either they slept together or he was not going to commit himself). That set me to sobbing, since I had already been in a pretty melancholy mood thinking about my dad and Alex.
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