In my journal i write about my father and my fear of people. How he was such a huge part of me and i'll never really know him. But now maybe me never knowing him will cause me to never really know myself. Therefor i'll never know how to not fear people in some way. It's been seven years now and the pain of losing him just intesifies with age and understanding. I havn't thought of him too often but when i do i just can't stop crying. I miss him, but i know that he wont come back no matter how much i beg. i just want to be normal.
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