I realize that there is no real way to win. Only ways to prolong the playing of the game. Everyone loses at one time or another.cSome by sabotage. Some by self sacrifice. If your lucky, you get to see the game end itself without the intervention from the other players.

You get to the end, one way or another. What happens after the closing credits? What happens to those left behind? They wait and act and live there lives until their own curtains close.

All the games come together to some extent. Mixing and meshing together into the whole. All we do is play a part. A part of the whole. A part in the play. And we try not to **#$ it up.

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My daddy is confusing.
He drinks.
He smokes.
He says he cares.

They just don't add up to " Caring Father Figure "
He might try. Maybe I just don't see it.

These are my real feelings. Please don't say this is stupid. I just needed to get this off of my mind.

Can't tell my mom. She would flip. Maybe I'll show her one day.

updated Feb 7 '10 by Renee999