It's been two months now since my Dad passed away suddenly. I don't expect to stop thinking about it constantly for awile now, like months. I feel like I should remember him like this and get on with my life steadily. I don't want to a kid who gets over his dad passing away just like snapping his fingers. Then they has got to be something seriously messed up with him. Man...October 15...I never saw it coming that day. Sometimes I feel like I should mope and do nothing and watch Tv all day sometimes, everything is so ...ummm what's the word I'm looking for...unnatural about not having him around. It's almost unsettling to sleepless night degree. I feel like I'm expecting him at times when I sub-consciously expect him to show up or do something, then Reality sets in and I'm left back to myself. Even this Christmas seemed so wrong if anyone has felt what I mean.
But I have to get going. Move on and all that. I just feel like I should draw my ideas but I'm afraid of the consequences of my iseas would bring and the motive as to why I should draw in the first place? Who am to impress, share, or inspire? I pity myself. I am my own worst obstacle.