Insomnia...
...again. I updated my myspace profile a bit, changed the video, updated the about me section.
The two-year mark is coming. I think it's going to suck, but I'm still going to go to school anyway... He would've been 64 this year. So many memories of mine are fuzzy, but the day he died is still so fresh in my mind, it's like it happened only yesterday. Of all the things to remember clearly... jeez.
It's funny for some people that I'm so candid about how I feel, and what went down after my dad died, but when I'm so open about everything about myself... I guess it just feels natural or normal that I would be open about what I went through when my dad died. It's something I don't care to keep inside, I'd much rather get it off my chest, like unleashing the weight of my loss and sadness on others so I don't have to suffer alone, and so they can have a little piece of me that wasn't visible until 2 years ago.
I don't know, I guess maybe it's partly to be informative, and partly to be self-theraputic... I find that my dad comes up a lot in my conversations with people, and sometimes I wish he wouldn't, but then... I'm usually the one who brings him up, so maybe it's just the inner me looking for someone to bounce my thoughts off of. ::sigh::
Death sucks for everyone, involved or not. Boogers. That's all I've got to say about that.
I'm finally starting to get tired... It's 5 'oclock in the morning and Pauly gets up in an hour. I think I should go to bed. Goodnight all!
Don't wake me, I'm sleeping in.
The two-year mark is coming. I think it's going to suck, but I'm still going to go to school anyway... He would've been 64 this year. So many memories of mine are fuzzy, but the day he died is still so fresh in my mind, it's like it happened only yesterday. Of all the things to remember clearly... jeez.
It's funny for some people that I'm so candid about how I feel, and what went down after my dad died, but when I'm so open about everything about myself... I guess it just feels natural or normal that I would be open about what I went through when my dad died. It's something I don't care to keep inside, I'd much rather get it off my chest, like unleashing the weight of my loss and sadness on others so I don't have to suffer alone, and so they can have a little piece of me that wasn't visible until 2 years ago.
I don't know, I guess maybe it's partly to be informative, and partly to be self-theraputic... I find that my dad comes up a lot in my conversations with people, and sometimes I wish he wouldn't, but then... I'm usually the one who brings him up, so maybe it's just the inner me looking for someone to bounce my thoughts off of. ::sigh::
Death sucks for everyone, involved or not. Boogers. That's all I've got to say about that.
I'm finally starting to get tired... It's 5 'oclock in the morning and Pauly gets up in an hour. I think I should go to bed. Goodnight all!
Don't wake me, I'm sleeping in.