Fallen Girl

lv

dear diary

this is my fifty-fifth week in high school and i will not stop dying.

this afternoon i saw the light above me.

but i was too scared to catch it for once.

and, of course, dad was with me.

so i didn't want to lose his bright smile to anger and sorrow.

or... just not today. 

dad: have you forgiven me?

me: which thing exactly?

dad: t-that i gave up on you when you needed me the most and now you're dying.

me: it's okay, daddy

dad: so you forgive me?

me: no, but God forgives and that's the start

dad: i bet He's thrilled about meeting you

me: why do all say this all the time?

dad: because it is true, my dear

me: not it is not, i am thrilled to see Him!