April 27th, 2014

I remember when I was little and my father was self destructing on drugs while he was selling them. I was going through some drawers and I found his will that he wrote and hid from me and my sister. I realized at that time, he was scared and accepted death even before his own family. I remember crying while reading it because it said that his belonging would be split between his children and that he loved them very much. I never did ask him yet why he would do the things he did while he was a child growing up. I have lately been doing a lot of drugs but I hope that I never turn out the way he did. I live on my own, I have a full time job and I think I'm doing good for myself. Though I still feel that ache of depression. But I'll power through it because I always do.