My mom rushed into my house the day before yesterday and I was making cinnamon rolls from scratch...she told me my biological father was in an accident and it wasn't good. A few hours later, someone told me he didn't make it.
And now I'm numb. I don't care about this dietbet. I don't care about food. I dont not care...I just don't feel anything except total confusion and pain.
He was parked on the side of the road with his motorcycle. He was a good driver. And a transport truck hit his bike and it hit him.
We weren't close - he wasn't a good father - he wasn't even a father figure really - but he shouldn't have gone like that. And I am hurting. Everything tastes like dirt. Coffee and water are in my hands just so I have something to do. But what's the rule for being the child of someone who was broken and losing them like this?
And now I'm numb. I don't care about this dietbet. I don't care about food. I dont not care...I just don't feel anything except total confusion and pain.
He was parked on the side of the road with his motorcycle. He was a good driver. And a transport truck hit his bike and it hit him.
We weren't close - he wasn't a good father - he wasn't even a father figure really - but he shouldn't have gone like that. And I am hurting. Everything tastes like dirt. Coffee and water are in my hands just so I have something to do. But what's the rule for being the child of someone who was broken and losing them like this?
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