It’s almost one in the morning on friday. I’m sitting here in the living room after going on a two hour hike, getting ridiculously far in pokemon, building a bird house (from scratch), starting a book, and whatever else I accomplished today. Just finished watching stupid shows I don’t even care about on the television while I mindlessly repeatedly lose at four-suit spider solitaire. I turned off the TV and what do I hear? My daddy snoring. I didn’t even know my dad snored. It’s funny the little things you miss out on when your parents are divorced. The more I think about it the more depressing it is. I don’t even know the little things about my dad even though he’s my father and he’s still technically in my life.
It’s just so hard to find time to come up to his house, but once I’m here it’s like a completely different reality and I just want to stay here and relax into a more healthy atmosphere. Where I get fed and me buys me things I need without questioning it and he’s actually around the house….. This is just making me super sad.
Anyways. I don’t know.