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Hey
I hope everyone's ok - thank you for your kind words. Sorry, I don't really feel like replying to you all individually. I'm in a bit of an apathetic mood.
I should really be doing schoolwork, now - I have mountains of the stuff and I know I need to go and ask for an extension on one essay tomorrow, already. It was set a fortnight ago and I should have done it on Easter Sunday. There was no real reason why I didn't, nor why I'm not doing it now, but I just don't feel like it at the moment.
I'm feeling a bit depressed right now...So I apologise for what is rapidly becoming a very self-centered post. I've eaten so much; my stomach feels bloated and gross. Well I feel gross in general, truth be told. I really miss my dad right now. It's April in a few minutes; he died last April. I keep dreaming about him - the other day, I dreamt I was sitting somewhere, I think my parents' room, with this man who kept holding his stomach, as though he was in pain (Dad had pancreatic cancer.) and I didn't communicate with him. It was like I didn't recognise him. Then I realised eventually who he was, as we were getting up and I went to hug him - I was so glad to see him. But he wouldn't hug me, and he said he had to go, despite my begging and pleading for him to stay. I was crying in the dream and then sobbing when I woke up, and now I'm at it again. I hope my mum doesn't come up; I don't want her to see me like this. She doesn't need that. But I was tired from staying up last night (when will I learn?) this afternoon, so I had a "brief" nap, and I can't even remember what the dream was now. I cried when I woke up, though...How can you miss a person so much when they were just a shadow for so long and then utterly invisible for a year?! I'm sorry, but I just don't understand how one person can have such a huge impact on your life like that. Why do I still need him? It's not like I was even a total daddy's girl. And I feel dreadful, because I didn't know him. We lived together for 16 years and I never bothered to get to know him - he was just dad. At his funeral I was surprised by some things people said...I didn't feel like I was at the funeral of someone I was so closely related to. I feel like my grief is more for my mother and the effect his death's had on my life than for him, which is so wrong, but then I think of him and I miss him and love him so much...It's confusing.
The fact is, he was a good person and he died. So now he's totally gone and even the stuff that was his is dispersed - it's like any evidence of his being is almost being destroyed. I mean, I just got given £7000 inheritance from him (we had to wait until we'd sold our old house before we could inherit his money) and I'm meant to be happy about this? I don't know what he'd have wanted me to do, exactly. I know he was keen for me to go on the school trip to Russia, which was cancelled last year...It's running again this year and I'm going, but beyond that, what am I supposed to do? He didn't know what I'd be doing now and that kills me. He helped me choose my Options for A Levels at school, and he thought I should have taken less heavy-going subjects with regards to reading etc for them, but I was adamant I should take the subjects I did...Turns out he was right - I can't cope, I'm planning starving myself again and posting on a pro-anorexia forum at midnight. Ergh!!!!!!!
I'm so sorry for this rant...I just needed to get it out of my system, I think. Tomorrow I'm going to try really hard to skip meals and look slightly better by my jazz dance exam on Saturday. I look AWFUL in my dancing uniform at the moment, so that -has- to change by the time I take Intermediate Modern some time at the beginning of summer. I made myself rice like I usually do earlier, but hopefully I'll have the willpower to dump it and just dance at lunch; I need the practice! Thank you for reading and just for making me feel less of a nut. It helps so much to know I'm not totally alone in feeling like this.
I hope everyone has really good days tomorrow, and not just that their energy intake is low. xxx
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