I'm slowly trying to get better. Trying to occupy myself with things I wouldn't normally do. Anything to get my mind off of events. Perhaps I should tell...My dad has brain tumors. And their active... I don't think I even expected him to die really. He's not dead, but he apparently doesn't have too much time. I'm afraid. I don't know what I'm supposed to do when he dies. I'm scared senseless. I hate thinking about it, so I'm trying my best to think about other things, do new things. Anything to try and postpone to mourning. He's not hospitalized because he's not in pain, and he finds no reason to be there. Honestly, neither did the doctors. I wish he would just admit himself anyway. I don't know. I'm hoping for a miracle. I'm nervous. I'm dying from the wait. Hah. Sick humor. I just hope can function after he dies. My mom is a monster, too. She's the worst. Right now, I'm grounded for a month because I left the milk out. No One Year Anniversary Celebration with my boyfriend. No Valentines Day. I hate this.
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