I just lost my dad on the 6th of July. It was scary and i didnt know what to do with myself and how i would react to something so devastating.

What am i gonna do now? everything that i have learned is from my dad. I always keep saying that i am ok, that i am fine. but i dont think i am. i feel really bad deep down inside because i was far away from him when it happened. i really miss him. and i really want him back. i wanted him to walk me down the isle when i get married. to hold my first born child when i give birth.

i wanted him in my life longer. 

why i wanted to write this? i dont know and i dont really care if people think that im being dramatic or whatever. its my life. i can do what i want and i decide to post this.

because this is my diary. i write what i feel.

still a bad habit of mine 

i am back from a very long break but here is a cute gif because i like green..... don't know how that made sense but whatever.

i love living in the city...

its a bad habit i have

“He played Seeker,” Said Harry. “What?” Said Hermione vaguely; she was still immersed in Voldemort’s press clippings. “He’s sitting in the middle of the front row, that’s where the Seeker … never mind,” Said Harry, realising no one was listening.

a date with ones self

me right now.....

lets have coffee together and talk about how we didnt work out 

memories of the sky that we both see together 

I'm still rocking your hoodie And chewing on the strings It makes me think about you So I wear it when I sleep I kept the broken zipper And cigarette burns Still rocking your hoodie Baby, even though it hurts