I don’t understand why I put so much effort into becoming another person simply because I’m deprived of my father’s praise. He always puts me under so much stress and it’s so frustrating. He left me when I was much younger and that made me always attached to seeking approval from others. I just don’t get why you would have a son if you wouldn’t commit to taking care of him. I’ve always contemplated burning the bridge down whenever I’d sober up from my actions. I just want affection and validation from the man that dragged me into this world.