No, nothing i do is worthy of praise. Everything is just not good enough for you. Worse, anything I'm interested in is not important to you at all. It's simply regarded as too much garbage to be left on even that remote corner of your mind. Not once, did you ask me about my netball games (oh yeah you did, many times, checked on whether i've quitted netball). Not once, did you ask me what it is I like to do. Its probably just not important to you at all. All I had to do is to follow the path you set out. I recalled, pretty vividly, the first time I did well at something. I called you immediately to share my joy. I regretted that decision. While everyone else basked in that joyous moment with their parents showering loads of concerns and praise, not only were you not there, not only did you not give a fucking damn abt it, you had to push me down that bottomless hole. How comforting...
Daddy's supposed to be invincible, he's afterall, my superman. 