The saddness that is. I’m starting to have all of this anxiety over tomorrow. One fucking year since my dad died. I just keep thinking about when I found him dead. The way I knew. I felt it. His skin was so cold. I keep hearing his voice when he called me by my nickname about a week before he passed. I’m grateful that I was by his side until the very end.
I know this is really fucking stupid. One of the reasons I thought my last pregnancy was going to stick was b/c the baby was supposed to be born right around my dad’s birthday in December. I thought it was fate. I really just didn’t think this pregnancy would fail. I had visions of naming my kid after my dad if it were to be a boy.
In other news some weird brown shit is dripping out of my pussy. Think nasty brown jello gone bad. Maybe my period is starting.
so sad
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the photo was very fitting….