Happy Father’s Day.

I don’t wanna be sad and all, but there’s just something I don’t get about my dad. I greeted him early this morning and it’s a special greeting, sweet, and as always with my favorite smiley, but then, he replied just a line. A simple line with nothing but coldness. 

I’ve always been a Daddy’s girl. We were that too close. We’ve been best friends, laughing buddies, and even a hand to hold when the other’s feeling down. But I just didn’t know what happened. He’s the man I never thought would break my heart. I still love you no matter what, but I don’t know whether you’re still worth the fight. Happy Father’s Day. 

Not.

Days will not be as happy as before knowing that we aren’t okay. Please, I want  us to be okay. :( I’m trying to smile and laugh as much as I can just because I want to keep myself from stress and sadness. This is too heavy to carry inside, and people keep on asking me about you. How I wish everything will be okay soon, very soon. :(

Because a girl deserves a Richard Poon in her life.

It feels like the death sentence had been passed on me. Tough times, it is.