dad. when we are left alone you attempt to mend everything but i still feel nothing in particular. you ask what do you feel and when i say nothing the quiet stretches on for miles. i want you to know that you made me this way. but don't think that you have broken me just like you have broken yourself. i am your daughter. and my blood is colder than yours now. i know your empty promises and fruitless conversation is how you express your love for me. because my lack of reply is how i tell you i don't feel the same.