I tried to draw myself. And it failed.
It was supposed to be my first date with him today. But I just stood him up. And I really felt guilty about that. I’m such a jerk.
Ozum hair izz ozum. ♥
A boy’s sleepy voice is seriously the SEXIEST shit ever :’>
Actually, I never grew up as a Daddy’s girl or something like that. In fact, we are never close to each other, ever since that day when we saw how he fought with my mom. He was shouting at my mom back then, and was saying swear words. My other siblings were already crying so hard, while my older brother was trying to stop dad from fighting. My mom was also crying, but I could still see how strong she was.
From that day on, I sort of built a wall between me and my father. I got scared of him, I don’t even know why.
He is not the type of person who is most likely to smile. He is always serious, that’s why I am always hesitant to go near him, thinking that he might be easily get angry with me or something. Though he is trying to tell jokes from time to time, but I never find it funny. Sometimes, I would just fake a laugh to ease the awkwardness.
I don’t know how to start a conversation with him. He barely smiles, and that makes me feel scared or awkward or something like that. I think he doesn’t like fun at all.
And to think this, I haven’t held his hand in ages. I can’t hold my brother’s hand for some time, but my dad’s hand? I don’t know, I am always hesitant to do that.
With that, it made me also realize that I haven’t hugged him. At all. Am I also hesitant to do that as well?
So I sort of envy those who are close to their father. Those who can hug, hold hands, and sweet-talk him. I wish I could that to my own father. So there.
I wonder what my life would be like if I were a Sim. Wondering what it would feel like if someone was controlling my life. Well, the controller would be able to make choices for me: whether to be a successful woman or just a douchebag. I don’t know, just a random thought.
June 12, 2013
- Bought art materials, yay! So all I need now is some motivation to work on an artwork.
All I hear is raindrops falling from the rooftop.