Came back home n was at the door way taking out my shoes n telling daddy about the turkey trip. He was looking at his Buddha pendents as usual while watching tv. He grunted at my words (clearly not listening) and i took out my tour itinerary for him to see. I placed it on the table, right in front of him, but his eyes never even leave the tv. He was clearly not interested. After i took out my shoes. I simply took back my paper which he never even glance at.
I went back to my room and sobbed. He clearly couldn't care less about me. And tomorrow bitch will cheerfully mock me for my attempt to talk to him and him being not in the least interested.
My life sucks. I must learn to love myself because no one does.
Update: daddy took the initiative to ask me for the itinerary today and actually ask me about the trip. He cares about me after all :')