Christmas 2007

there are a few things i hate

being too dry
being wet, wet hair
being cold
selfishness, not being self-aware
crying

dad being gone and absolutely nothing i can do to forget that

it's always at night, when nobody is there to distract me, and bailey is moping about not wanting to go to sleep. when there is nothing else but the bitter memory that i haven't called dad in a long time and that i can't.

christmas was great. athays made me part of the family, the family i will join soon. but now, alone, i miss one of the three people that i lived with for most of my life more than anything.

i hate crying because it gives me a head ache.