I fucking hate you dad. We don't even talk, you just lecture me. You won't call me by my chosen name. You usually choose your video games over spending time with me, not like I want to spend time with you anyways. No, I'm not trans to anyone reading I just changed my name since i didn't like it and my dad doesn't like that and he either calls me "Danlilah" as a compromise or some shit or he just doesn't say my name. I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him. Why did You take me to your weed dealer's house that one time? Why did you lecture me for not caring about Jesus even though you know I'm jewish? Why did you guilt trip me about not liking church and even after I told you politely I didn't like it there you kept asking me to go with you. You knew you couldn't force me cuz I'd tell my mom and she'd get mad at you so you just kept asking and I had to keep saying no. You should've just not have asked me to go with you anymore. Why do you say my feelings don't matter one moment and then say they do matter the next? Dad I just want to be loved. I just want to have a normal conversation with you like a normal dad and daughter. I'm so tired of all of this shit. I just want you to comfort me like a normal dad for once. Please. You aren't bad you're just hurt but you can't put your hurt on me. Am I being overdramatic? Am I being a baby over nothing? I don't know anymore. He didn't talk to me once for a long time. He just didn't talk to me. He was either too tired or too busy. I don't know anymore. I'm just sad.