I hate myself. I feel numb, frozen in time to where that fateful event happened. I miss my dad and want him back. It isn't going to happen. I think as days go by that I may be going crazy. Sometimes other people think that. A monster, they call me. A demon child. That hurts me. I take councilling as well. I want to be without hate. Not this monster that everyone thinks I am. I write in a journal almost every day that I remember. That helps a little but doesn't seem enough. I need to know there are people out there that feel the same way I do, went through the same kind of thing I did. My dad died of Lung Cancer.
