Status: slow process
CM Punk's Daughter
trying
"Ariel. Ariel open the door, sweetie!" My dad said
"Babygirl open the door please."
I opened the door and my dad hugged me
"Ariel, you know none of thats true. Your not a loser"
"Thats h-hard t-to believe."
"Ariel stop being so hard on yourself."
"Byt d-dad p-people at-t my school k-know I'm a loser-r, strangers and-d even my-y own c-cousins know it."
My dad sighed "You have to stop listening to what people say about you Ariel. I know its hard but your life will be much more easier when you stop caring about what people say."
"I...I'm trying t-to but....."
"I know your trying your best but you have to stop putting yourself down." My dad said
"I know."
"D-dad, im t-trying to get bet-ter but you need-d to stop pushing me t-to do stuff."
"Pushing you to do stuff? What do you mean?" He questioned
I felt my cheecks get red.
"Ugh like y-you forced me t-to t-talk to the lady at t-the library an-d ugh you made me go t-talk to my c-cousins and-d Aprils n-nieces."
"Well I thought that would help you to talk to other people, I'm sorry. I didnt realize I was forcing you I thought I was helping you." My dad sincerly
"I-its okay d-dad."
"I'll stop forcing you to do stuff you dont want to but you have to stop calling yourself a loser, cause your not. Okay?"
"Okay dad." I smiled
"Babygirl open the door please."
I opened the door and my dad hugged me
"Ariel, you know none of thats true. Your not a loser"
"Thats h-hard t-to believe."
"Ariel stop being so hard on yourself."
"Byt d-dad p-people at-t my school k-know I'm a loser-r, strangers and-d even my-y own c-cousins know it."
My dad sighed "You have to stop listening to what people say about you Ariel. I know its hard but your life will be much more easier when you stop caring about what people say."
"I...I'm trying t-to but....."
"I know your trying your best but you have to stop putting yourself down." My dad said
"I know."
"D-dad, im t-trying to get bet-ter but you need-d to stop pushing me t-to do stuff."
"Pushing you to do stuff? What do you mean?" He questioned
I felt my cheecks get red.
"Ugh like y-you forced me t-to t-talk to the lady at t-the library an-d ugh you made me go t-talk to my c-cousins and-d Aprils n-nieces."
"Well I thought that would help you to talk to other people, I'm sorry. I didnt realize I was forcing you I thought I was helping you." My dad sincerly
"I-its okay d-dad."
"I'll stop forcing you to do stuff you dont want to but you have to stop calling yourself a loser, cause your not. Okay?"
"Okay dad." I smiled