I said I wished he’d die. Well, he did. My dad is dead. He died yesterday at 4 am. I found out at around 10. I was numb till 12 pm. It suddenly hit me. My dad is dead. I will never see him again. I will never be mad at him again. I will never be bothered by him again. He wasn’t a good dad. But his wrongdoings towards me made me who I am today.
Well, nothing more to it. He is gone and I’m still here.
Now I just want to be done with it. We bury him in the morning. By night I’ll be back to my normal life.
Makes you think: a few drops of tear and a few memories and that’s it. I can’t remember what we live for.
Facts Of My Life 