I can’t do anything with the voice of my dad in the back of my head telling me that i’m a failure, a bastard, scum. That i’m not good at anything i’ll ever try, and that i’ll be worse at it than the perceived worst. I never understand why i’m still afraid of him, and I resent myself for being so. I’m not 8 anymore, i’m nearly 20, and a much kinder man than what he ever was to me.
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