Tomorrow is the one day a year i could really,really do without.
But i'm sure i'll get though it this year as well.
Its been 11 years and march 14 still hurts as deep as hurt can go.
i miss him so fucking much. not the guy he was at the end, not all the shitty, fucked up horrible bits.
but i miss my daddy. the way he was when i was little.
i guess its hard to understand for the people that never met him and only know him through my problems. but he was still my daddy. and i loved him.
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