To Cry Until I Can No Longer...
I thought that this year would be a good year when January 1st slither upon us. I have since been corrected.
For the past couple of years, when we reach the last week of the year I always either write or mentally do a 'Good Vs. Bad' list. Just to see if the year was good or not as a whole. I always remember the bads things more than the good. But that always the way.
Come the end of June and the bad had already outweighed the good.
My dad died and I don't know how to get over it. I can't get over it. Every little things that reminds me about it makes me want to cry my eyes out and vomit. I didn't want him to go. I want him to still be here telling me to finish using the computer and sit down properly.
The only reason I'm writing this is so it not only in my head anymore.
For the past couple of years, when we reach the last week of the year I always either write or mentally do a 'Good Vs. Bad' list. Just to see if the year was good or not as a whole. I always remember the bads things more than the good. But that always the way.
Come the end of June and the bad had already outweighed the good.
My dad died and I don't know how to get over it. I can't get over it. Every little things that reminds me about it makes me want to cry my eyes out and vomit. I didn't want him to go. I want him to still be here telling me to finish using the computer and sit down properly.
The only reason I'm writing this is so it not only in my head anymore.