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Here I am again sitting on my bed smoking pot and drinking beer. What a nice night. Not really. I fucking hate it here. This is my escape. Nothing else can change the way how I feel. I want to die and theres nothing left to live for. My dad is dead. The only person who actually gave a fuck about me. He took care of my mom when she was abusive. Of course he never laid a hand on her. He would never hurt someone. He was the sweetest person ever. Always helping the poor. Helping random people he never knew. Always feed people taking them and helping them get better. While my mom was a drunk and abused me and him and said things. It affected me when I was younger but now I don't care. I have no emotions anymore. Nothing matters. Nothing beats the feeling of numb. I can't get sad I can't get mad and most of all I can't be happy. What a life. The only reason I'm smoking and drinking tonight is because I found out my slut of a mom found a new boyfriend yay. Well they got married. Well I was never invited to the weeding I don't even care though. If I did get invited I wouldn't even shown up. Apparently he has a son. I don't care just another person who I don't give a shit about. Me and my mom are leaving my home tomorrow. The only place with memories of my dad. My psycho my destroyed all of the pictures of him. Now all I have are memories. For some reason I don't remember much. The only thing I remember are the bad times. Some of the good things that he did. What's the point of remembering him though he's never coming back. I put down my beer and lay down to look at my ceiling. What if I just end it. Nobody would notice. I don't even care if anybody notices. I'll let my body rot in this very room. Then again people are moving into this house after me and my mom move out. They would smell my rotting corpse. But if they find out my dad died in here I don't think they would come in here. They might think it's haunted... I can't believe my dad died of a heart attack in here. What a weird way to die. Me and him were watching a teen romance movie that i made him watch. I thought he fell asleep but he actually had a heart attack. I found out in the morning that he was dead because he never woke up. That ruined my favorite movie. But I didn't care because my dad was more important. I continue to think about how life would be if I was with him. In heaven. Even if there was one. I never believed in that shit. I just wish it was real so I could see him again. I close my eyes holding on to the good things that he used to do. Soon I fell asleep.

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