Sunday, August 19
11:10 PM ♥

What kind of father might hate his daughter if she were gay.

Well what have I been doing. I called my dad last night and he sounded cheerful despite his leg injury. On the subject of his injury, my heart skipped a beat when I got my sis's text. Amid the whole chunk of words she sent, my mind only registered "father", "accident". I almost broke out in cold sweat, whew. Anyway, I'm not accustomed to talking about my dad so let's just leave it at that. I miss him terribly.

On another note, I wonder if my dad has the slightest clue about my sexual orientation?

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I have been called upon to provide more about my life in my blog entries but I wonder why the person doesn't ask me, directly, what he or she would like to know. Sometimes I feel like spewing streams of words and feelings but one way or another, they never show up in these entries. (: Can't say a girl didn't try.

Fly.

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