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letters; the unsent variety
Dear Dad:
As much as I love you, and I miss you terribly, you suck. REALLY HARD. JEEZE you suck. I told you that last Tuesday, remember? When you laid there on that gurney and didn't come back to me, and I cried the hardest I think I've ever cried..
It's really fucking complicated without you...and to fix everything sucks. I have to take another day off of work.
You suck because I miss you so much; life is such a reality check for me now, every day, and you were always there for me to soften the blow. I wish you were here.
If you did do anything for me by dying, though, you forced me to get my shit together. Thanks, Dad. I really *do* appreciate that. Not the crying, though. I can't stop crying and my whole face hurts. :P
Oh, hey, I started writing again last night. Thanks to you. I knew it was there somewhere.
I still miss you, god damnit. I hope you're happy.
Forever,
your daughter
Dear DOUCHE who followed me from 198 onto 295 S until I got to 410:
YOUR LIGHTS LIT UP MY WHOLE ENTIRE CAR. YOU COULD'VE SEEN WHAT WAS IN IT.
Thanks for making it physically impossible for me to merge.
Never any love for you,
-me
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