I hate it that my dad seems to love my brothers more than he loves me. He's always off doing stuff with them, soccer games, playing in the back yard and mountain biking. But then he'll come back and I do everything to try and he his attention for the best things, I clean the house, mow the lawn, study hard and do my best in everything but there's always something wrong. I've missed a spot or there's blades of grass that haven't been mowed properly, and when I do finally get his attention I ran away trying not to cry because he was accusing me of spending too much time on my iPad. So dad, I'm sorry for having friends, I'm sorry for keeping in touch with people, I'm sorry for reading. Maybe you are right in saying that I don't have what it takes to be an author, so I'm sorry for trying to make my dream a reality.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Random Things
De TodoA Book Full of The Randomness That is my Life. :P It's full of crap, rants, more crap, and some stuff that really should not be posted anywhere! XD Zahra!
