meet my dad’s organs.
i dont remember how it was before anymore or the way it even started. i saw sweating in 40 degree weather. a slow age in his face.. its weird now looking back at all the shit i seemed to have ignored.
i was told to talk about it but its like i cant even find words. i know i feel like everyones waiting for it. expecting it. i dont know why we cant ignore it. act like its gonna get better. i feel like if we treated this that way maybe it would change the outcome.
7 months ago on October 11, 2011 at 04:02pm
