On my own....

See I finally drove to this parking lot, and parked and I'm sitting in my car wondering who will see me. Probably no one, being unrecognizable is just as empty as an empty chair. I feel like slowly every thing is getting that much more clear, that I'm nineteen single hungry and willing. You see these wits that come genially from my father I'm thankful for. I thought I believed this voice I heard telling me I was just like him. It's scary but I'm far from it. I'm not enthused typing this entry because my heart fills empty but This man upstairs is filling it with will and pure strength. I just think it's funny how it goes, because your gonna hate him then you'll want me then you'll miss him then You'll hate me .