Okay, today is the day according to yesterday.
I have this awful headache, like a really bad thunderstorm taking place inside my head.
I’m in my dad’s bed right now, with mom on my left side. It probably will start to rain pretty soon and the air is thick and it smells… rain and thunder.
My dad, I love him so much. I think this illness and being home from work is really getting to him. And me, I think I’m the main character in this very un-fairy tale. Yesterday he lied about not drinking and being in the garage, but mom did see him through the window. She asked him, what did you do in the garage? ‘I haven’t been in the garage!’ was the answer… (I took a deep breath and closed my eyes).
This is way too personal to post, but I want to do it. Is this a common problem in every family?
I will simply ask my dad today, why in the hell he’s doing it. And why he feels that he can’t talk to us at home? When I’m almost forced to talk about my problems 3 or 4 times every week…
Well, yepps… today is the day according to yesterday…
As far as this day has been alive I’ve been eating 6 almonds, and a 3rd of a cup of raspberries. And I’m going to drink my coffee any sec…
Bye for now readers!
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