February 2012
me: *leaves room and walks into kitchen*
dad: hey she came out of her hole
dad: it's like you live in a cave
dad: we haven't seen you in a while
dad: it's like you're a gnome or troll or something
dad: you only leave to stock up on food
dad: oh and there she goes
dad: walking right past me with her food
dad: see you in a few days
baby i miss you so much. every day i see things and i have to resist the impulse to tell you about them, because to tell you about them would remind me that you’re not here to listen. i hate most other people because they don’t have a right to miss you like i do. i would do anything to bring you back to me.
