My dad is gone.
We still don't have a guinea pig.
We caught all red lights during our long drive.
I keep on expecting to see my father walk in.
He doesn't.
I am starting to cry.
I'm listening to sad music.
I just... feel like shit.
Is that enough? No.
I cried of anger yesterday.
I threw my phone. That made me feel better. Then stupid because I had to pick it up again.
I just feel really terrible right now.
I snapped at my friend a couple times.
I try to avoid the fact that it's because my dad is gone.
For another 8-9 months.
You could tell me that it could be worse, but I'll just choose not to listen to you right now.
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