I'm Only Happy When It Rains
So, can I just tell you that two seconds ago it was like 80 degrees out and completely bright and the most comforting, gorgeous, pitch black cloud just covered me. I am sooo excited. First thunderstorm of summer. The lightning makes me feel so much closer to my dad, the thunder makes me feel like I can hear his voice. I miss him so much. I'm just going to sit here and cry and watch the thunderstorm. I love him. I want him back and I want that bitch to burn in fucking hell, or at least rot in a jail cell for the rest of her life since I don't believe in hell.
Here it goes, I can feel it in my blood, the electricity is all around me. Just waiting for the first hot whip of lightning to hit the sky. I wish the clouds weren't moving so fast, it would last longer if they weren't. Good thing I can type without looking at the keyboard heheh. This would be so much better with company, I wish someone, anyone, would come over and join me. My brothers not home, the boyfriends at work, and Jaime is being a fag. Well, I don't have much else to say. I will most likely finish this later because I had shit to talk about but I am just entranced right now. Have a good night.
Continued: Shit, now I'm worried. My dad must be pissed at me. I'm also really upset. The thunderstorm went right over me, complete miss, only barely saw one strike of lightning. That's like holding a piece of chicken in front of a starving ethiopean (sp?) child and then snatching it away and eating it whole, right in front of him. This sucks. I get deprived of my favorite thing in this earth, the best gift mother nature can give.
What did I do wrong Daddy?