I always was neglected by my parents. They didn't care about me. I knew they didn't, and it didn't really bug me. But lately, it's been making me feel a certain way.
My parents always have not cared about me. They let me do whatever I wanted to, which was good then, but thinking about it now tells a different story.
In front of the gang i pretend to not care, but on the inside, all I want is my parents to be proud of me. I want them to love and care about me.
I would do anything to make them proud. But I know it's too late. I've done too much and I'm just too far.
I've never told anyone about this. I'm an only child and obviously-parents don't give nothing if I'm dead or alive. I can't tell any of the gang either. They've think I've lost my wits or gotten soft. It didn't feel good just having all my emotions mixed up inside without anybody even knowing.
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Dallas' True Self
FanfictionIdk what this is, but it's about Dallas' backstory from his point of view Some of this is from different views
