Went to visit my daddy.
And then he mentions, he has to move out of his house in 2 weeks.
He has my little brother and little sister.
And no where to go.
My heart is very broken.
So broken not even ex-boyfriends match it.
My dad does not have a place to live.
And I can’t do a damn thing about it.
I don’t have money and I don’t have a home.
I hate this part right here….
My dad starts crying,
And says, "The diabetes and cancer isn’t the thing that’s killing me…"
"Its thinking of all this crap all the time that’s killing me."
My insides torn hard and burned like crazy.
Seeing my dad just made me hurt over and over again.
Please God…take care of my dad.
For he doesn’t deserve this…if my mom was with him he wouldn’t be going through this.
God, please take care of him…please…