So, thanks to Ms. Corona, I’m stuck inside my home with my family. This isn’t how I thought it would turn out. So, my dad was watching TV in the living room and I went down to eat something in the kitchen and supposedly he asked me a question. But I didn’t hear him. He then yells at me for having an attitude. Like, is he drinking again? UGH. He just acted as if nothing happened afterward. Quarantine needs to end soon.
Tonight I am crying myself to sleep because of a video about a kid’s dad who was supposed to go on a trip with him but left. My dad did that a lot too. Why can’t I tell anyone about my dad? I envision my peers asking, “What’d your dad say?” And I envision myself responding with, “LOL, he didn’t respond.” However, inside my head, I’m like, “He died…”
I wish my mom remarried someone so I don’t have to worry anymore about having to lie about having a dad. I wish I had a dad so bad. Seeing my cousins have dads that are still here is slowly killing me inside. I always care about anyone who shows up in my life but I never show it. I care so much, but if they ever get out of my life, I get so worked up. I try and try to forget and avoid them until I’m finally able to do so, and then I totally stop talking to them.