killingyourheroes

If anyone knows me...which none of you actually do...you know I hate talking about my feelings. It is really hard for me to do. I've had to keep my emotions hidden for so long. But I won't get into that.

Right now I feel as if I have no one to talk to. I'm stranded on a deserted island with nothing, and there's nothing to save me.

Part of the reason I'm on this island is, that my father is dying. He has pancreatic cancer and the doctors say that he will be lucky if he makes it to Thanksgiving. Every morning I wake up and go and check on him and make sure he's alive. I know it's selfish of me, to want him to stay alive even though he's suffering...but he's always been my back bone. My support. The one man in my life I could always count on. And when he's gone I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't want my little sister to grow up without a daddy. Him and my mom saved us when we were all babies by adopting us and bringing us to the United States so that we can have an amazing life. He really is the most wonderful man I have ever met.

I don't know what I'm going to do.