fact

sister: i feel like, yea you make it hard for yourself to have what you want..

me: eh?

If I could, I would blame my dad for all the cracks and scars I carry with me every day. If I could, I would blame my dad for all my imperfections and inabilities.

I did my best, growing up, to not have my dad affect my life in any way. I told myself that everything he did, I would never do; & everything he didn't, I will do.

-but I did the exact opposite. I let him get to me. As much as I wanted him cut out of my life, he was there always. He was part of my ambitions. I put all my focus in keeping him out of me and my life, he was the focus-and that's where i fucked up.

It would be sensible and easy to blame him for the way things turned out, but it is what it is.

It is what it is.

Embrace it. Love it. Work with it.

Most often times, what you see is seldomly what you get.