sharing

When was the last time you feel genuinely happy? These last months, I always feel guilty for every happiness I had in life. The feeling that I supposed to enjoy it with my dad around. I should’ve share those moments with him. The feeling that… he wasn’t there. The fact that a part of me, being not worthy enough for those happiness. That I’ll never live the same life as before. I’m tortured, lonely, and helpless. I miss you.