I think am dead, my head feels heavy, I really went overboard last night. Then it dawned on me. My dad's dead.
I sighed and got out of bed, I went to my dad's room, and layed in his bed, if only I was home, maybe I could've known that he was sick, if only I was with him, he won't have been able to hide the fact from me that he was sick of cancer, he only told me it was a minor sickness and he would be fine with time, with all this feelings, yet I can't cry.