How can I put this delicately...
I'm pretty sure my dad has some mild form of depression. If you read this, do not say anything, to anyone. I don't know this for sure, I could be a complete idiot or something, but I'm fairly certain. Why? We'll for one my dad sleeps all the fucking time. No lie. We'll be sitting watching TV, my dad is asleep. Before dinner? Asleep. When I'm not in the house? Asleep. It's gotten to the point where I just let him sleep and I don't say anything. I honestly am so flustered by this that I have stopped caring. That's not like me, but I don't know what else to do. I'm done making excuses for it. Done.
Another reason? He doesn't do any of the things that used to like. Eric's art show? My dad didn't want to go. My art show? Doesn't want to go. I have a scholarship dinner. I wonder if he's gonna go to that. If things keep up, probably not. It's like he doesn't care anymore. When I said this to my mom she got hell of angry at me. So whatever. I guess my opinion doesn't matter anymore.
I honestly don't know what else to do. If it's not depression then something is seriously wrong. My brother and I were watching this video of us in 2003, my dad was way different. Completely different. I can't remember when things were like that in my house. Maybe they were. Maybe I was just to young to notice. But perhaps that's what happens when you get older. You notice the things you don't want to notice. I just don't know what to do anymore. I don't know.
On top of everything else, I have to write two speeches, a 30 page screenplay, make up math classwork, figure out what I'm going to do in art for the rest of the year, finish Katie's book for Europe (I need a list of where you guys are for sure going to btw), clean my room, and get my Hamlet book. My life is so complicated all of a sudden.
Another reason? He doesn't do any of the things that used to like. Eric's art show? My dad didn't want to go. My art show? Doesn't want to go. I have a scholarship dinner. I wonder if he's gonna go to that. If things keep up, probably not. It's like he doesn't care anymore. When I said this to my mom she got hell of angry at me. So whatever. I guess my opinion doesn't matter anymore.
I honestly don't know what else to do. If it's not depression then something is seriously wrong. My brother and I were watching this video of us in 2003, my dad was way different. Completely different. I can't remember when things were like that in my house. Maybe they were. Maybe I was just to young to notice. But perhaps that's what happens when you get older. You notice the things you don't want to notice. I just don't know what to do anymore. I don't know.
On top of everything else, I have to write two speeches, a 30 page screenplay, make up math classwork, figure out what I'm going to do in art for the rest of the year, finish Katie's book for Europe (I need a list of where you guys are for sure going to btw), clean my room, and get my Hamlet book. My life is so complicated all of a sudden.