HailieHendrickson And friends
I just snapped at my dad, he gave me an upset gaze and then he left....and as soon as his bedroom door shut. I realized something, one day hes not going to be here when I need him. I'm gonna wanna call him but he won't be around. Because I never know what's gonna happen. Hell it could be tomorrow. One day I'm going to be standing beside his memorial holding his ashes and I won't get a chance to apologize for al the things I've said and done to hurt him. I know I'm going to cry and want to hold onto him as he comforts me but I won't have my chance to anymore and I'm to much of a bitch now to ever even try to open up to him because I don't know how am I'm so fucking scared of that day because I know it will be the end of any comfort I could get from him....why does that have to happen why do people have to FUCKING die. It's not fair. To have someone raise you and them for you to know one day you're going to be beside something so awful....at the end of it all....life is so fucked up and cruel...but so is the end of it....why can't everything just be...perfect and happy.
I don't understand how can something be so pointless but so meaningful all at the same time
