a lil update
so today makes 6 months since my dad has not woken up. what does it matter. why even think about it. sometimes it doesn't feel like he's dead. it makes me sick that i still even cry over it. i'm sure that my dad's death changed who i am as a person forever. i'll never be the same person. guess we'll see if that is good or bad. i refuse to let myself get more cynical and jaded, because i think i am already to much of this for my own good. my little heart is broken. i have the tattoo to prove it, even tho i am sure with time my heart will heal. life has endless possibilities just gotta take them. my dad always said u gotta die someday of something. i firmly believe he took this in the wrong way tho. make the most out of your life but don't be wreckless. i think i miss him much more than even i am wiling to admit to.