He Was Different

I start to write something that I feel would be significant to someone and play with my hair. I get angry about the hate and politics going on, and then I just don’t care. Overdoses are at an all-time high, and it doesn’t feel like my problem anymore.

My dad died. Damn. It just hurts. As the tears are streaming down my face, I know that I am not the only person to lose a parent. Even as I’m writing this, I’m thinking of my friends…