independent

i am my dad's favorite daughter, not that he said that out loud. but action speaks and i happen to be the daughter, so i know. we talk literally about everything; from what i do today to why did i cry last three years minus boyfriend shits and xx secrets (as if i got any lulz). he never  had to be worried about me. i had everything in life nicely arranged(?), i always manage to keep my shits together though while keeping up with it had probably kill me a thousand time. he knows i could do anything on my own, he raises me that way. he teaches me not to depend on anyone, that you are one of a kind, and you are strong enough to go against anything that makes you unhappy. but now he is worrying me -- because i do things on my own. pretty ironic you think? i know he is being afraid for me but i promise you daddy, i am good. and i am not gonna end up alone. i mean i got you to come back home to. with that in mind, trust me, i can do anything if i put my mind to it. xx sue