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It was kind of like the twisting of a dagger into my mind, which no asprin seemed to remedy…..

It was kind of like that moment at a concert when nothing but that very second matters, no every day problems could pierce the shroud of bliss that encased you.

for little girls, their dad needs to be their prince. the first man they’ll ever love, the epitome of everything they want in a husband. by the time i was 15, that illusion had shattered into a billion tiny little pieces. and not the kind of pieces that you can look into an see a bit of a reflection, or you can sort of guess what used to be there. this was worse. this was a broken vase lying on the ground. this was a thousand roman soldiers marching over it in square formation. this was a nuclear bomb exploding on every single little piece until even the atoms had ceased to exist. it was like waking up from a long dream, and not recognizing anyone around you. Not their faces, their voices, their characters. Everything you had ever believed was gone.

It was kind of like your mother… *Shudder*

My biggest, largest and heaviest regret.

(Are ”yo mama” jokes still funny?)

It was kind of like using an ashtray on a motorbike – completely pointless and sort of impossible.

It was kind of like walking the long way round just to enjoy the view.

It was kind of like drinking poison just to see how sweet it tasted.