i wish i didn't know what i know now. i always thought that my life would be based around the three words "daddy's little girl". but the truth is now i can't stand the thought of them. i am not denying the love that i have for him. i just can't seem to see past his past, my past, our past. it is just constant disappointments and replacements. whose to know if he is really that proud of me after all? whose to say that he truly cares? i am replacing memories of bike rides and brownies with a hazy memory of substance abuse and lies, lies to me and to everyone else. i don't know what happened and i am not sure that he does either. but when the truth comes out, its more than blood that keeps me tied to him. they should say "like father like daughter" because i am headed right down that slippery slope right after him.
