the third day of another month.

he's back. he's actually back.

yet i still deep inside hate him.

i'm home with my father, no tension.

but something about it that makes me not wanna be around him.

i guess it's just that he's been gone for half a year.

zeeeeeero communication.

feels like nothing changed.

-_- he needs to realize i'm grown, 'nd still going.

i've changed since last august? 'nd he's gotta cope w/it.