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So today is the nine-year anniversary of my dad's suicide.
I didn't go to school.
For the most part it was because I was tired as fuck and sick to my stomach. I really wanted to go to school today.
My mom went to work.
Which I think was a bad idea.
:/.
At least I get to go with my grandma shopping today...
So right now my life sucks and I am horribly depressed.
I just feel like shit.
1) My dad killed himself nine years ago today.
2) I have two different people who hate me at the moment.
3) I'm horribly guilty as always.
4) I have a headache.
I just wish my dad could have moved back to the UK instead of doing what he did.
From The Mind Of,
Lyndsey.