I called my Nana, because she called me the other day and I wasn't here. She said hi and then told me my dad was there and basically gave me no other choice but to talk to him. It was a little awkward, considering we haven't talked in three years. I don't know how to feel or what to say or anything. He just asked me how school was and if I was driving. Basic stuff that a father should know about his 17 year old daughter. So I don't know. Its a lot to deal with.
I wish I could talk to Patrick. I hate not being able to talk to him about this stuff. And it all seems to happen just when he leaves and we can't talk. I miss him.
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