Dear Dad,
My life's curse is that I cannot hate you. My life's curse is that even though you are such a great person.. their can't be another soul alive who understands me less. My curse is that you give the greatest advice, the harshest critique and the cruelest of blows. Dad, I want to hate you at times like these..when 3 words uttered can shatter my sleep for weeks or when I'm sitting still in a corner while you burn the books. I don't hate you, dad. I don't. My curse is that, amidst all your fucking bullshit, it's me I hate. It's me who can never reach up to your bars. It's me who's never excelled by your standards. It's never your fault dad, it's me! Forever and always. The world may call me strong.. But on the inside, I cower from your piercing glare.. My curse is that you mean the life to me dad, and that will be my death.
"He is insane because he loves you, and you didn't notice."
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