My father died when I was young, I grew up without him. I would give anything at all to go back and have him around again, I would give anything at all to have my father back.
But I can't, and no matter how much I scream, and shout and kick and rage, he is never coming back. He's dead, and has been for twenty years at this point. I have grown up and he's gone.
I feel sick, I feel angry and sad that people can be taken away from us, that humans are so fragile, I feel angry that blind luck, or some god took the most important man in my life away from me.
I hate this life, I hate being human and I hate that I've been cast into this flesh prison,
I have no one I feel comfortable sending this to, so I am just going to post it here, I love you all LP anons.