Yes, my post title is in Spanish. There's a reason. I'm digging deep into what roots me and I've had a look around. Spanish is a big part of it.
I hate when my father and I fight. Let me make the emphasis that needs to be made on that. I DESPISE when my father and I fight. He is the one person that I know will always be there for me unconditionally. When we fight, I feel like the ground gives way beneath me. My world stops for those moments and it sucks. There's really no other way to describe it. I feel unsettled by everything and everyone.
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