"Dear Diary,
Mood: Apathetic. My life is just a spiralling downward...."
I hate making people feel awkward when I tell them my dad's dead. Please don't feel awkward. It happens.
I also hate that I forget Father's Day. Like, full out forget it exists. I mean, I just have no need for it. Do you remember religious holidays of religions you don't practice? No, you don't need to, so why would you?
Besides, if I think about it too long I'll turn into an emo-fabulous mess, and that's not pretty. I might even be crying right now. It doesn't help that his birthday is this month, too. He would have been 49. He was young. ...Forever Young....
Sigh...my life is so dark.
"Diary, sometimes I feel like you're the only one who understands me...I feel like tacos."
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