Dad is still dead.
its been two months now and i know it sounds silly but im so shocked... my dad is still dead. the silly part of me, the robot, i think believed that if i was strong. if i looked after my mam and if i didnt cry everywhere then my dad would somehow come and see me. i stuck to my part of the bargain and dad didnt come to see me. it has now finally sunk in that dad is really dead and always will be. im sorry if this doesnt make sense... i have had so many thoughts that dont make sense but they are there. i have hated people on sight because they were older than my dad and not dead. my dad would go mad if he could see the wimp i have been today! tomorrow i will try to be stronger.