April
10
the phone rang late last night, and it was my dad. i stood at the door while i listened to my mother talk to him and continually say ‘doctor’ and ‘is it bad?’ and it confused me, but when i got talking to him he didn’t want to talk about what happened. my mum told me what happened tonight, and he’s doing okay.
puts things into perspective, like things on a message board. those little things that seem so important like changing the colours, changing ranks for people, getting myself down about someone who’s being a pain in the ass – don’t seem so important right now. i wish that those people knew that too.
