<center>My sanity is really wearing thin. School's almost out... which is good. And I keep falling through love, which is only more pain. :le gonk: I sound like an emo now, I do realize this. Okay. You don't have to read the following... it's just some thoughts that have been plaguing (sp?) my mind about my daddy. It's been around three months, you know.
Father's Day is also this weekend. I might not be able to survive this without my daddy here. And I feel really bad, because for a few years, I dreaded seeing him on Father's Day, since we were always fighting. Now, however, I'd do anything to spend this weekend with him. I miss him so incredibly much now, and I wish that we could have got along better with each other while he was still here, you know? But I can't fix that. The most I can do is watch our movies with a picture of him at my side, and plant some outrageous flowers at his grave with a Jack Skellington doll. Maybe his girlfriend will spend Sunday with me... we could cry together or something. She's amazing, you know. Like... an older sister or something. I hope that we never get estranged, even though our main man is six feet under and above us at the same time.
I wonder what the afterlife is like. Are you happy, Daddy? Is it comfortable? Did it hurt at all? Are you still in pain? Can you hear again? Do you need hearing aids, or glasses, too? How's your broken arm? Do you get to watch anime until three in the morning, and fall asleep on the couch with half-eaten Twizzlers hanging out of your mouth, like you used to? Have you met God yet? How about that author that you liked, the one that passed away right before you? Are you annoying the heavenly chorus? What about dreams? How does that work? Are you mad that you weren't cremated? How did you feel about Vlad the Impaler conducting your funeral service? Do you remember me, and Lisa? How about Cassie? Do you think about us? Can you think about us? Does heaven smell just like your apartment - incense, cologne, and generic Febreeze? Do you get to clip coupons for things that you'll never use, even though it'll save you eighteen cents? Do you dream about me, too?
I miss you so very much. I'm a wreck without you, and I can't wait to see you again, dude. It's pretty damn boring without you here, Daddy.</center>
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