Stayed up till 7am last "night" fighting insomnia and depression...apparently I'm not allowed to stay happy for any length of time...my brain hates me.
The other night I couldn't stop crying because I know if I never try to find my biological father I'll regret it someday but I hate that bastard because he knows about me and never in 24 years has he tried to contact me. How could someone just abandon their daughter and go off and start a new family and claim to be a good christian?! What an asshole.
Sorry for all that heavy shit; here's a picture to make you feel better. I should have washed the mirror before I took it though.
The other night I couldn't stop crying because I know if I never try to find my biological father I'll regret it someday but I hate that bastard because he knows about me and never in 24 years has he tried to contact me. How could someone just abandon their daughter and go off and start a new family and claim to be a good christian?! What an asshole.
Sorry for all that heavy shit; here's a picture to make you feel better. I should have washed the mirror before I took it though.
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anabel:
He wasn't a dad, dude -- he was a fucking sperm donor, that's it. I've got one of those too. FUCK HIM. He doesn't deserve your love/worries/energy. Some people are just idiots. 
raen:
Thanks for cute picture. Hope you cheer up soon. You made me think about this book I just read by John Irving. I think he was orphan and all of his books involve some of the same questioning. The last one I read was "A Prayer for Owen Meany", and I thought it might interest you. It came to me from a friend at a curiously apropos time.