i hate this.. i fucking hate this.
i dont wanna wake up tomorow, because when i do i know that i wont be going to my dads later that day.
when i use to go i felt comfort, now when i go.. its not the same.
boxes, bags, shit everywhere, every electronic item is unpluged, all the food has either been donated or thrown away.
sitting on the couch, in silence, waiting until i leave, knowing he will never walk through that door again.
everytime i put on one of his shirts, i know he will never wear it again.
sorry to be a downer on christmas eve, to whoever reads this, but its hard to be happy,especialy in this circumstance.
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