Title:I feel like I'm as stagnant as ever, without any real progress.
Dad, what exactly is the love you talk about? Is it a form of emotional control pushing me to grow and change, or is it about providing me with material comforts for a fulfilling life? Or is it the unattainable dreams you promised me? You've changed me, but you've never really been there for me. The material things you've given me are just optional. I've always been just a fleeting toy for you, or perhaps... just a toy within your social circle. I understand the harsh reality and the gap between us. I'm willing to knowingly descend into decadence. Please, stay with me, I love you, don't end this game.
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