All the best cowboys have daddy issues.
I have such repressed, pent-up anger and I don’t know how to release it without going insane. You steal from the one who gives everything to you when you don’t do shit for it. You hurt the only one who has been there for you. You continually stab the ones who do everything for your lazy fucking ass. I don’t know how much more I can take without having a meltdown. I don’t know how to calm myself and rid this anger. I break shit. And that’s the last thing everyone needs. This cycle of your drinking and destruction to our life is mentally and physically exhausting. You know you’re hurting us. You do. And you continue to fuck us all over. I know you have daddy issues, and you lost the only man who had faith in you.. but life has to go on. You can’t dwell. You need to find help for yourself. We can’t find the help for you anymore. You have the want this. We can’t want it for you… we tried. It failed.
