Hi Dad,
I’m having some bad times right now. I feel so useless, powerless and it makes me so pissed off. Yesteday, I was looking at this picture I took a few years ago with you before you died, and I said to myself : « what the hell am I doing here? what am I looking for ? am I missing something ? Who’s taking care of Mum and kids ? » All I ever wanted to do was make you proud of me. I tried to assure you not to worry about me and so you keep thinking that I’m happy here. But it’s not true. Dad, am I wrong?
As Em Said, Nobody asked for life to deal us. With these bullshit hands we’re dealt. We have to take these cards ourselves and flip them, without expecting no help.
So, I need something to pull me out this dump. Take this situation in which I’m placed in and get up and get my own. I have to do something…
Damned!