Regrouping

2:42pm

Maybe I’m not sure about what I’m doing.

I’ll admit that the comment made on my last post shook me somewhat. I was going to post again sooner but… yeah, I dunno.

I’ve been feeling a bit stupid. I guess I’ve just assumed that I could write down these things and that whoever I was supposedly writing to would somehow understand. Or maybe, stupidly, I’d just forgotten that people might hear me anyway.

But people don’t care, people don’t naturally care or want to understand I think. Adults aren’t naturally compassionate. They have to have a good reason to be, and even then they change their minds. I think a child is different. Or, I think This child might be different. The world would be a happier place otherwise… as it stands I don’t think people understand children properly. I know she couldn’t judge me like that.

I regret that it is impossible to communicate what this girl means, to people who lack the will or capacity to understand. And I shouldn’t worry about it.

There is nothing wrong or sick about a father trying to reach his daughter.

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