i guess it's not that good to check up on former classmates on facebook.
you know...the ones who became doctors and costume designers and god knows what other profession that took more school and determination than working at...well...nowhere requires.
i'm happy for them, don't get me wrong. and i feel like had i done anything differently in my life then i wouldn't have met paul. and i'm more than overjoyed about meeting paul.
i live by myself. i decorated the entire apartment with everything that i wanted. but i didn't earn it. sometimes i look around and i loathe the place i live because it means that my dad is really gone. why did i spend his money on this? why didn't i just go to grad school and earn what i have. would he still be around if i did?
no. coronary artery disease still would have claimed him whether i attained my doctorate or not. that's just how it is. that's just how it is.
well. here's to the last swig of riesling in the bottle. i love you, dad.
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