| I miss blogging. I miss reading. I miss old friends. I miss new friends. I miss the fall. I miss spring. I miss everything in between. Most of all, I miss my old self. |
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| Every time I have questions about my father I get denied. Bullshit. So, he would actually only be about forty years old right now? The last time I was told forty-seven. Fucking bullshit. Everything sounds made up now. I don't understand why she just can't tell the simple truth. If she doesn't want to talk about him then she should say so. Do I not deserve to know what he was like?
FML
One week until his 16th year death anniversary, or so, I think. |
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| Today, my father would have turned forty-seven (or so my mother leads me to believe). Happy Birthday daddy. I love you.
I miss you. |
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| Travel. Let's travel. Get me out of this place I don't (at the moment) recognize as San Diego. |
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| Change is good, as long as it is for the better.
In less than two months I will reach twenty-one. Anxiety attack. Still, I have no sense of direction. I have set out to remedy this. At this period in our lifetime, aren't we supposed to find out who we are and progress as individuals? This is what I am trying to do now. With all that has been happening around me I have come to the realization that I have not grown since... high school; I guess you can say. Not that I am saying I will alter myself instantly, but I definitely want to better myself and I guess in a sense grow up.
I need to grow up. |
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