To Be Attached.

I just don’t get attached.
To anything.
People. Places. Things. Nothing.
I find that pretty disturbing.
What’s wrong with me?
Can I not love enough to be heartbroken?

Lets leave the weeping to the willow trees.

The worst relationship I’ve ever been in, in my life.. is with my father.

This picture was taken in May of 2012, on the day I graduated college. It was the most important day of my life.

It was the first time I had seen my father in almost a year, and I havent seen him since.

In the past 4 years, I have moved 4 times, I have been through several bad breakups, and countless health issues.

My father was nowhere to be found through any of it. A man who has been there for hundreds of children, and he has never been there for a girl he calls his daughter. Nothing has ever hurt me more.

No one has ever broken my heart more times, and no one has ever been everything and nothing in my eyes.