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My cat is actually truly and honestly evil. She destroys things with her mind. She levitates things. If she was Boo all of the things those monsters said would be true.
And then she'll meow at you for food and it's so adorable that you can't say no. "Feeeeed meee" she cries and you do because she's cute for those ten seconds and it's completely and totally worth it. Because she is a cat and she hates you.
Nobody has ever influenced me like my father. If I could step into his shoes, pay the bills and take care of my bratty siblings and me, I think I would appreciate it more. But instead we fight.
We fight and argue.
The day I lost him was dark, gloomy, and I regretted leaving him behind all those years ago.
If only I could have apologised.
Oh Dad, I miss you.
Honestly, I'd forgotten what it meant. To be happy, to smile without it meaning nothing. I'd forgotten everything, but it came back, in a flash. Like lightning.
The storm, the darkness and the cold rain was my happiness. I found comfort in the things that make others depressed, but instead I danced in the puddles and sang. I was finding happiness again.