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2020-10-11 19:32:25Dear diary,
My dad died this last holiday and I have never felt so empty and all alone. My world was already bleak and so bare, he was my only ray of happiness and hope, the only one who made sure I always had a smile on my face, the only one who truly loved me despite how I look, the only one who showed me what love was and what it could be. Oh death, why? Why does everyone derive happiness in my sadness, why did you take the only one that gave my bleak dark world rays of sunlight, why? My dad was suddenly rushed to the hospital when he complained of severe and intense pain in his abdominal area, he fainted on the way to the hospital tho. I remember being so scared and at loss at what to do, he told me to pray, 'Pray long and hard for me, pray that God gives me more time for your sake, for your siblings sake's, for your mother's sake', he said and then he fainted. I used to think that as long as my dad was by my side I would have a reason to live, he was my hope and my strength and now he's gone. I remember when we got to hospital and he was pronounced dead on arrival(DOA), ohhh how my heart bleeds writing that word, 'dead'; never to be seen or heard from again. I didn't think I could cry so much but cry I did when I heard those words, ohh my father how I miss you, how my heart longs to see your face and hear your voice just one more time. I... I.. , I just wish.............. Ohhh what's the point wishing, what's happened has happened and I can't change that, I can't change the fact that my Dad died of a ruptured appendix. Dad gave you to me on my past birthday, my fifteen birthday. He said that whenever I'm feeling down and sad I should write in you that I would feel better. I hadn't given you much thought then cause you know I still had him and he made me feel loved so I didn't see the need for you, but that was then, now I need you more than ever, I need you to help me from sinking further into depression, I don't want to die despite the fact I hate living so much, I guess I'm to scared to do it. I guess I also want to make my Dad proud, I don't want him disappointed in me even in death. Soo I'll live for him even if its pure pain to do so. Welcome to my horrid and miserable life, theres no going back now. Prepare to be horrified.Jameela.
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