Literally the kind of things I hate talking (writing) about, but I bet it might be good for me to write about it. Also, I'm not much of a writer, so it won't be long.

I didn't have to think at all to find what the hardest thing I ever experienced, since it was obvious to me, my dad's death. He passed away the 8 October 2012, 20h30 even though they tell us at 21h30, at the age of 46.

He was sick since 2010 the doctors wondered how he survives two more years. Honestly, it didn't cross my mind that he was gonna die. Even after I didn't realize, for me he was still at the hospital, and we were going to see him soon, but of course deep down I knew this day would never come and I just kept crying.

I'm still not over it, just like always since then, I run away from my feelings to escape getting too deeply affected. That doesn't work in the slightest, I just foolishly think, if I ignore the things that makes me suffer the pain will go away.

I didn't expect to write so much, I don't even know if everything make sense anyway thanks for reading if you did. Sorry for any possible mistake.

Take care of yourself, bye.