Papa, I give up. You're always so good at pinpointing my imperfections but not what I've done good. Go ahead and keep on doing that. I'll just take it as harsh cristicisms so I can be a better person. It feels like you don't even listen when I try to talk to you anyways. So I'm really really truly done. Vent out to me all the things you dislike about me and I won't get mad. I'll absorb it for you.
But goodmorning and I still love you. I'll put up with everything you throw at me quietly and on my own. I'll make them only my own problems. Whatever hurts me, I'll treat it as mine and mine alone.