Oozing from my mouth
That I love and hate my father. He is in the next room, but it's like he isn't there. I'm glad I'm going away tomorrow for a month, yet afraid of what I'll come home to. I don't think he even cares. Dad, I still love you. You are one of my heroes. But maybe, maybe I'm the one who isn't good enough? Dad.. tell me. Why don't you talk to me anymore?