singing again.
It's funny to think of myself 19.....it's such a vague number!
I took the best nap today outside by the duckpond. Later, when was about to take a sip of my drink, these two light brown ducks waddled toward me;. I was afraid they were gonna attack "Aflac!!"
aaaaaaannnnnyway-
There's so much that this journal has not heard, and I don't feel like I could do a quick recap.....
That'll be as easy as trying to elaborate on all that my father has missed in my life (which would be the 99% of my growing up)
I'm not entirely hurt that he chose to forget me (literally), I pray that if I ever have children, they will have a good relationship with their father regardless of my relationship with him.....I never realized until my later teen years how important those are.....
I love my grandpa. He is my dad. He's seen me at my worst and at my best. He's comprehended what most men never ever comprehend; my foolishness and flaws never swayed him to see me differently.....I miss my conversations with him
During middle school,other than my friends and family, the only things that kept me sane were singing and writing-
somehow I let that go in High Shool.....
Now I've joined choir and I'm writing again. I've found my solace, which had been waiting patiently.
*ahhhhh*