Today I feel like a little girl, I got distressing news about my dad. But it literally feels like my world is crumbling. Its hard to explain, its not because he's dying, but its because its quite possible that the man he was once will no longer be.
I'm sitting here, wondering how the world can keep turning when my daddy won't be ok. How can the world go on, its not fair. Its not fair that life handed my son Autism, its not fair that my dad is sick.
I don't want to be strong, I'm sick of fighting. Sick of fighting things I can't control anymore. I'm sick of life just not being fair anymore.