myfather'sdaughter

i was always daddy’s little girl. we enjoyed the same things, he showed me some of my favorite artists ever, we had the same humor and even the same face. unfortunately, just like the rest of the world, my dad wasn’t perfect, and spent some time away from me and my family. now, i find myself slowly falling into some of the same habits as my father, his personality traits creeping out of me as time passes. good and bad things; he was always incredibly sarcastic, witty, creative and sensitive. but he was also an angry and damaged man.