i'm just a kid

who really fucking misses his dad

as time passes, i have fewer and fewer things to remind myself of him

i just spent the last hour panicking as i tried to find a birthday card he gave to me when he was sick

i couldn't breathe, and all i could manage to do was sob uncontrollably as i tore my room apart, finding other things that reminded me of him, which made me even more distraught

i still can't find that god damn card

does anyone really care about my struggle anymore? as time goes by, my pleas for some help seem to fall on more and more deaf ears