she continues to rave on about you. she jumps in glee when she expects you. Tears creep my eyes when she does these things, for she’s blinded by the albums in her room of you, by the man who’s part of her. i envy you, you don’t even make a single, meaningful effort to raise her and she’s thrilled to be with you, while i single-handedly give her all the best, with all my efforts. you make me sick.
