Sunday, October 18, 2015

Are these like my last dying words?

My dad seemed to summon me to talk to him an hour or so a night.

When we got internet, I started with a shared e-mail and never thought to make a blog but know I wanted one so bad.

He turned on me.  I said, "Oh, no," when he came home, and this is what I get.  He didn't ask cuz he didn't know.  Usually, he just gets mad or sends me to my room for awhile.