I’m your Sisyphus masquerading as your huckleberry.

I don’t think I ever wanted to be the man that loves children. But from the moment they’re born, that baby comes out and you act proud, excited, and hand out cigars. But you don’t feel anything, especially if you had a difficult childhood. You want to love them, but the fact that you are faking that feeling makes you wonder if your own father had that same problem. Then one day they get older, and you see them do something, and then you feel that feeling you were pretending to have