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January 5th , 2016

Tears streamed down my face as my father left.
Disappeared like dust in the wind.
Never even said goodbye.
Never even said he loved me.
But no one does.

I should have spoken to him when I rode my bike.
But I don't think he wanted to speak to me.
Im extremely stressed anyways.

I got the SAT and have to do well.
My parents are getting divorced.
Dad left.
No one loves me.
I'm a failure.
I'm a mess.
He doesn't even love me.

I'm foolish for loving him.

So foolish.