Nov 14, 2005 01:03
I ever write on this thing, but I can't get to sleep. I keep thinking of my father, I miss him so much. I just keep thinking about it. Sometimes, it's like I expect him to come home, or say hi, like he used to...
It's been a month this sunday, and it feels like nothing. Like no time has passed. It's easier at once and at the very same time it's harder. I miss him but for him and the rest of my family (oh and me)I won't wollow in sorrow. but I'm not gonna just go on as I have been either, I'm gonna be better. I'm gonna do all those things I've put off.
I'll say the things I know I'll regret a day later by not saying them.
Look toward the future.
See about getting this computer fixed and dammit, just gonna try harder.
I wish he was here and in a way he is. His influence pushes me even now. I hope no one reads this and writes it off as illusions of granduer or a hollow promise, because this is the real thing.
It has to be, alright? Time to start; can't wait.