So unimportant

Am I so insignificant?

My dad probably has to get surgery again. We'll hear tomorrow.

I haven't written in a while, and it's been a bad while. Breakdowns and all the BS that comes with it.
And now I have no idea what I can write about.

I really just wanted to express the hope that you, whoever you might be, are all right.

Tomorrow I'll smile at everyone again. How insincere it might be, maybe it will make someone happy.
Someone called me a freak today. Hadn't heard that one in a while.

Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?

 Someone very dear to me came over last weekend, and we had a blast, really. Went to see the new HP movie too. Nice enough.

That's about all I have to say, as uninteresting as it is.

Good night.

These little things

I love, adore, despise, want, need, go without, have to push away
and so much more.

Starbucks Coffee.
Music.
Sophie.
Viking.
The people that can't seem to figure out that I'm human.

My Jackson Flying V.
Photography.
Catharina.
Tattoos.

My grandparents.
Cancer.
Books.
Quills.
Piano music.
Everything I have had to put up with.

Suicide.