feb 5th.
i’m performing again. my dad was suppose to come on friday, but he didn’t. and shit, it hurt so much. there’s dads that live in a different country, so they never establish a relationship with their kids. there are dads that also live in a different state, so once again, that relationship is hard. my dad lives less than 2 miles away from me, and we have yet to create a father-daughter relationship. so that’s why the next time i perform, im going to write a poem about him. actually, i already did. it makes me cry every time i recite it to myself. it’s about how he’s never there, and how i’m going to college next year, in 2011, and i feel as though he’s just going to disappear in my life. i hope i don’t start sobbing like i always do when i really perform it.
