It's been three months that you're gone. I guess people thinks I moved on easily but no. I just set aside my lost and my plans of giving up this life. Within three months I've been busy doing things that I know are worthless. I've been wanting for the changes because I need them so I could live but hopelessness and the temptation of death finds it's way to me.
Papang, Happy Father's Day. Wherever you are I want to tell you that I'm missing you… and I love you… I can't accept the fact that you're really gone and I'm alive and I will never see you again. I hate how you life ended. Your death pulled me away from God's love.
I'm feeling hopeless and alone… right now… I'm breaking down. Thoughts are coming back. And yes, I'm allowing them. I'm thinking if I continue this I will waste my time again and it will be another mistake of living with missing pieces of me. And I will hide my colors forever.
Though I'm feeling giving up right now… I will never forget the people that helped me.
My blog is my life's newspaper. When I stopped posting for a month that means I'm dead.
Happy Father's Day to all the fathers around the world…
To all the Children out there don't hesitate to show your love to your father while they're still there.
My name is Jane.
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