Dear Dad,
It's 8 o clock rn... It's been 2 years, 8 months, 2 weeks, 2 days, and 4 hours. I miss you so much it hurts.
I've cried all day but the pain won't go away. I guess it's because my stories got deleted... all my pain was in them. I vented just like you always told me to. It really does help, so thank you.
Other than the pain and tears shed all day I didn't do jack shit. I just sulked in bed and didn't really say a word to anyone verbally. I did txt a lot of people tho.
I'm literally just conversating with myself... I know your gone and I can't bring you back but you were my hero and I always looked up to you. I'll never forget you but I need to let go of my guilt and suffering... writing this is the only way I know how to vent.
I love you, Dad. Tell Mom "hi" for me.
Sincerly,
Blondie Blue Eyes.
