I haven't slept in two days, today will be the third. I'm getting up to go make food and watch some movies up stairs, that way I can talk to my parents before they leave.
Some mornings my Dad will come in my room and I'll pretend to be asleep, just like I used to when I was little. He'll kiss me on the forehead and tell me he loves me, because he obviously doesn't think I'm listening. It makes me sob everytime. I love my Father so much. I wish I could say the same for my Mom. I think I really legitimately hate her, but I can't tell if it's for his reasons or my own.
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