I’ve been busy this month. It’s been a long, long month. Not to mention I haven’t had the motivation to actually write anything on here. The empty feeling has returned.

All the time I find myself listening to the voice mails dad left me. Even if they are almost 3 years old. He sounded the same so I don’t mind. I’m really not looking forward to my birthday in a few weeks.

I won’t get a birthday call/ text from pops. No random cat picture from my brother with subtle hints from me that it’s my birthday because he forgot. I’ve been dreading it all year long.