actually? fuck grief, it doesn't end, i know it that it would just stay with me forever and i just have to live through it but dknddk fuck
why does it always get me on the most random days, girl whatever
me and my dad weren't really on VERY good terms before he yk, but we weren't mad at eachother at all
back then, sometimes id think that he absolutely hates me, im an exact replica of my dad—both quiet and hard to understand
i couldn't understand him better when he was still here, i didn't understood his reasons and i didn't figure out the answers to his whys. but as i get older, its starting to make sense, sometimes i act exactly like him. A LITTLE BIT too alike, and i would pause and wonder if this is how he felt in those moments where he appeared heartless to mr
maybe its also the reason why im also not on a comfortable terms with my mom—we get along but it just feels so....business partner and not family, maybe she sees my father in me
im one of the traces my father left, it's just idk crazy sometimes. i didnt wanna hate him, i hated how hate was the last feeling i felt aboyt him before the news struck me down
maybe if i grew up more Innocently or away from the things that a kid shouldn't be seeing, maybe i could've love him better, i was just a kid back then so I wouldn't really put all the blame on me nor towards anyone
i fucking hate the me before he passed, yes, she was only 14 but still, its rotten how it took a whole life before i realize the shit ive been bottling up. like literally, when i found out about his passing it was like all the hatred in my heart vanished, as if what i displayed upon him because of those feelings didn't even matter or...yk Ajwbsjsj fuck my throat hurts but i cant cry any more lol
i wish he stayed a little longer
maybe i could have given him a chance to live a better life, all he wanted was for his children to be successful and that's evident. i regret everything i did and didn't do
i regret how i didn't get that cake on his birthday, not knowing it was gonna be his last. i have never witnessed a birthday of his with a cake btw, and on his last birthday i told my mom that we should get him one but—cause of financial problems—we ended up not buying one. from that day on, it became one of my motivation to be successful one day and when i could provide—there would be no more birthday of my father without having a cake or grand celebrations. just for the news of his passing to come after a week