Today's the 4th of June, I woke up ate eggs on breakfast, did some lefting , finished work, went to bed, slept.
Today's the 15th of June, I woke up ate bankcakes with eggs breakfast, did some light workout, finished work, went to bed, slept.
Today's the 25th of June, I woke up ate breakfast, finished work, went to bed, slept.
Today's 4th of July, I woke up ate homemade oats breakfast, did an amazing workout, finished work, where my boss told me I did great, went to bed, slept.
Today's the 9th of July, I ate breakfast, did a quick workout, finished work, went to bed.
Today's the 16th of July, I ate breakfast, finished work, went to bed.
Today's the 24th of July, I finished work, went to bed.
Today's the 27th of July, I decided to stay in bed.
Today's the 29 of jul, I got a call from my boss, he told my if I didn't return today, I would lose my job.
The 31 of jul, I....
The 2 of aug, I don't know what is wrong with me, I feel like something is wrong, something I can't really explain, but everyone is telling me I am being crazy, I got a call from dad today he called from the hospital, he told me mom would have been disappointed if she knew I was wasting my potential. He said I wasn't being thankful for what I had, as if I wasn't the one living through that glory, I hung up on him midcall. I don't know what to write, I feel like there an a lage hole in me that I just can't fill.
The 3 of aug, I laid in bed, eat cereal, and continued to sleep.
The 4 of aug, I got a call from the hospital they told me that he passed away, you know what is funny? Hahaha, he said he was proud of me.
The 5 of aug, I stair in the window, that I once called home, I look at the people going to their lives, and wounder if I would have been happier in another man's life, if I wore the skin of another, would my heart have filled or remained as hallowed as me. For a life I cried for, I wasted with my own inactions.
The 6 I got a call from some people saying they were handling my dad's body, and as there was no one to handle him, they dealt with him, as an unnamed, according to him, this is what they call people who have no family, so they just cremate them before scattering their ashes. His voice was cold, he was in his fifties I believe, I don't know why I noticed that, I started to noticed some stupid details for a while now. Was it Lucy's half diry mug? Or the irritating tone's of the doctor's telling me about my dad?
7th of Augst, Jane's Adam's Notes...