DIARY OF A PELTY: THE MOVIE

.:. Empty .:.

Okay, this quick little 'diary' entry might be a little upsetting. (Lmao, see what I did there? ;> God im such trash-)

Yesterday me and my family went all the way back to Greenwood where we used to live like...two years ago. We had a great time and it was so cool to eat at this cool icecream/food shop called Mrs. Curls. It was delicious! There icecream is great and I live for my order of a small, vanilla icecream cone with blue goo...Yum.

We also saw some fireworks and got some cool shit. It was nice.

But....then we took a tour to look at our old house. And trust me, i asked for the tour, but seeing that house brought back so many memories of my dad. If you didn't know already; my father passed away from getting hit by a car back in 2015. Right before my graduation party for 5th grade (which he was going to skip a whole day of work for).

Back at that time, his death hurt me a lot. But I wasnt as sad as my mother or my sister....I didn't cry at my graduation...At first I thought I was heartless, but my mother said that it was because dad spent so much time with me. So I wasnt to broken up over it.

I got consoling for it too. And I thought seeing our old house wouldn't make me feel bad...but it did. I just got this empty feeling in my stomach. It wasnt for rent anymore...and the lights were on. I couldn't help but think about
"Wow. They don't even know their living in the very house that the greatest man alive lived in before he passed..."

It just broke me I guess. I remembered all the times my Dad would walk through the house. Or how when I would arrive home he was usually sitting on this certain seat in the living room....How the day he died I was upstairs in the early morning dancing the music...

It was...just a lot. I didn't cry or anything. But I still feel empty and I just-

I achieved so much while he was gone. I got 2nd place in a art show. Last summer I went to two art camps at amazing art schools for only 50 dollars because my art teacher got me a scholarship..

Its just....I wish he could be around to see me achieve this. To be more then just that little girl who had an attitude or went on Simi rides with him.

I don't know why im posting this. I just needed to let it out. Aha. I always feel bad for people who have mean parents. My dad was amazing and my mother is supporting....

I just wish my dad was here sometimes.

So yeah...

Just a rant.