I just got some... depressing news... Heres the low down...
My biological father was gone a good 14 years of my life. When I was 14, he called my mother, and said that he wanted to be in my life again... I'm fifteen now, and we've had some good times. We were revamping a truck together, which he was going to pass on to me... Earlier today, I just got back from the second day of hay bale hauling.. Each is 70 to 90 pounds, EACH. That wire cuts right the forget into your skin with no issues at all. I just got back from my second day of that, making a total of four hundred, and eight, bales of hay. I'm sunburned, tired, and cut the hell up because of the tube of straw. I'm getting paid 100 something bucks for it too.
I came home.. only to find out that my father had died, earlier that morning, in the ICU... He was just now coming off of cheemo from the colon cancer... I took a shower, but couldn't even wash myself... I just sat there in the stream of water and cried... I haven't even had the urge to cry in 6 or so years..
I just figured that I should tell everyone as to why I'm either going to be gone, or I'm simply murdering everyone...
