Hace unos días fue el día del padre. No es mi primer día del padre que paso sin mi padre, pero... Es la primera vez que no le puedo mandar un mensaje o llamarle... Es el primer día del padre en el que yo, ya no tengo padre...

losing your protector in your early teenage years while you’re still developing and don’t even have a personality yet will fuck your brain chemistry forever cause it’s like,,, the grief of losing them nd searching for protection in all the vile places, the things u put urself thru just to try and feel the same love you got from them, the SOUL CRUSHING PAIN of realising NO ONE (!!!!) is coming to save you ? nd you burdened all of your past lovers with the responsibility of providing the same love and care that your parent once had for you . the loneliness that will always haunt u no matter where you go . anyways