Pro's and Con's of Stacey's life.
I was planning on writing a long-winded, personal, all around depressing speech, but I changed my mind. I'm not in the best of moods, but anyone would be if their mother told them that she didn't think their father had any interest what-so-ever of knowing them. Don't get me wrong, my mom didn't say it to be mean. She said it because that was what all the evidence pointed to. I cried a little. Since I was three years old, I've always held on to the hope that I meant something, even a little something, to my father. When I realized that that probably isn't the case, I started to cry. Then I started to wish that I had someone to tlak to about this, someone who would understand. All of my friends and family have a mom and a dad. And if they don't, they at least know both parents. So, when trying to think of someone to talk to about this, I came up a little short. Add that to the fact that my laptop probably has some huge uber-virus that doesn't even let me get onto the control panel, and I'm having a bad day.
Wasn't that fun?
Wasn't that fun?