Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!
I swear i dont have daddy issues. =)
Dear poppa. This is what i think of you. Well my thoughts in 2001.
“Father of mine, tell me where did you go?”- everclear
I always sit and ponder how it would be to have a pops. I always think that i could have had a car (my dad is armenian), hah, and like a house and really good grades, and i wouldnt have a boyfriend (i love my boyfriend), and my boy toy wouldnt be able to spend the night, and maybe my mum wouldnt kill herself working, and i would get along w/ my evil twin, and i wouldnt have colored hair, and i might be able to play 5 instruments and speak 5 languages, and maybe i would be a bad kid trying to rebel cause iam not as much right now cause my mum pretty much lets me do as i wish. I love my mumzies a lot, but i would also love to have a papa to say i love, and stuff. Do you think i’ll ever see that guy again? Maybe hes dead. I wonder if he even knows my birthday, or if he thinks of my mother or my sis and i. Or that one time when my mum killed his bird cause she took it a shower cause it wouldnt shut up and told my dad that she found him dead in the pond. Well, all i wish for is a car.
Love and World Peace,