I'm just a little girl who wants her parent's love back again... I want my Dad to be here to pick me over drugs and drinking... that's all I've ever wanted was to feel like I was worth it.  Mom chose me... I was her world... but the problem was that she still picked drinking over me.  I cried and cried and basically begged, and all she said was "it will always be my downfall..." And she continued drinking.  She chose me, but only to an extent.  The other person that I've loved deeply…