theatrical_muse 259
I don’t understand the world. I don’t understand why things happen, or why they happen when they do. I’m probably not supposed to. But it frustrates me. Yes, that was as vague as I could possibly make it. You want direct? Fine.
I don’t understand how people keep coming back from the dead.
I don’t understand why it has to happen after I’ve finally made my peace with it. It first happened, and I kept saying “He’s coming back. He’s coming back.” And I got so much shit for it, and people saying I’m in denial and treating me like I’m a timebomb waiting to go off. And when I finally, FINALLY decide to accept it, and am dealing with the guilt that comes with that decision, he comes back.
Yes, my father is back.
And contrary to the tone of this entry, I actually am very happy. I’m just a bit bewildered.
I don’t know how, and I don’t know why. And frankly, I don’t care. I have my father back.
And I won’t say ‘I told you so.’
I don’t understand how people keep coming back from the dead.
I don’t understand why it has to happen after I’ve finally made my peace with it. It first happened, and I kept saying “He’s coming back. He’s coming back.” And I got so much shit for it, and people saying I’m in denial and treating me like I’m a timebomb waiting to go off. And when I finally, FINALLY decide to accept it, and am dealing with the guilt that comes with that decision, he comes back.
Yes, my father is back.
And contrary to the tone of this entry, I actually am very happy. I’m just a bit bewildered.
I don’t know how, and I don’t know why. And frankly, I don’t care. I have my father back.
And I won’t say ‘I told you so.’