Dear Dad,
I miss you so much. There are literally no words to explain the deep hole that I have in my heart, although I try. I used to try to write to your on your Facebook, but I feel like people are judging me. It’s probably so in my head, but yeah.
So I will write to you here, even though it’s probably just me writing to myself since I’m pretty sure nothing really happens when we die. Life just stops I think. I secretly hope I’m terribly wrong.
That’s the hardest part really. The finality of it all. The never.
If you can somehow read this, or see me, I hope you don’t think I’m too much of a fuck up. I’d apologize for not talking to mom, but I’m not sorry. Sad, but not sorry. She made her choices and I needed to protect myself. I hope you understand.
I have so much else to tell you but today I’m crying too hard. Maybe tomorrow.










