I still can't believe my father is gone. I walk into my parent's house and I see all of his pictures. I see his ashes in his miniature casket and think "This can't be happening". My mother and I leave to go to the store and it seems that he's there at the house waiting for us to return. Why did he have to die? It's too much.
I am afraid I am not up for much writing tonight. I just got the internet connected again. This is sort of a test run. I hate being poor. I hate wasting my talents at the front desk of my school. I hate being alone. Whine, whine, whine. Poor me. I need a serious change in circumstances.