As I get older I feel as if not having my dad around has been taking its toll on me. Like, as I grow up without him around it’s finally getting to me and I hate it cause I always feel like breaking down. when I think about it. Back when I was younger it was just like whatever to me, but now its .. idek. Like a part of me is missing, and I just want that piece of me back.

No one really knows cause I don’t really like the subject.

I miss my dad. And you fucks who have both your parents, ya’ll are lucky. Appreciate the shit out of them.

That is all.

I’m not even gonna get mad anymore. I just have to learn to expect the lowest from people, even the ones I thought highest of.

Its been half a year, and not ONE month seemed to ever matter to you.
Why is it just me always getting excited over these little things? You can’t really blame me though.