Always the bad guy…

So I am nothing to you after all. You do this to me. I told you time and time again, I will not be deceived.

What the fuck did I do to you Ramona, for you to hate me so damn much? I never did anything to you to deserve this.

I’ve been alone most my life and yes, I’m dying literally. So now literally I have never, never felt so crushed and alone. I miss my friend. The only person I want my dying words to be spoken to and you do this to me!


You hurt me so and you know this to be true…
A man is dying, reaching out to you. Your cold hearted and pure evil. You kick me when I’m down, when your the one who tripped me and decide, well your already down there, so….

…I’ll kick ya, take your heart and smear it all over the ground in front of you, destroy your desires and dreams.

That’s what you do…

Well Sean, fuck you too. I didn’t deserve that from you either.



You say I’m the victim here but when it came down to it… You left me hangin. That’s cool, whatever. Someone’s got to be the bad guy so others can be the good guy, right asshole?



M. J. you’ll never know… Your the daughter…

…..I never had. You had my heart from first thought of you. You hold me captive in your resonating light. You make me a man like no other, anyone can be a dad. It takes a special kind of person to be a father though. You make me want to teach the value of yourself. To show you how uncommonly beautiful you are and precious to me.

There’s something like a line of gold thread running through a man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.

You may out grow my lap but you will never outgrow my heart. My thoughts of you are sweet and joyous. You bring me to my knees at the thought of your smile, the thought of you swinging your arms around me in moments of nothing and everything.

You are the suns rays shining through the clouds. You are the definition of serenity.

I yearn to see your ways. To see you laugh, smile, cry. To hold you in all of your despair. To adore you in all your precious moments.

I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father’s protection. Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.

My heart belongs to you. The daughter I never had.

Love you always and forever, dad