Tate took a bunch of my dads clothes that he wanted to have. Which I said he could but told him he would have to at least wait a year if not longer to wear them. Because I don't want to look at them right now. So what does he do??? He throws them all in a pile on the floor in the laundry room. (I'm not going to lie, that was kind of an ass hole thing to do) he's up in the mountains with ky all today and they won't be back till 3a.m.
I walk down stairs see all my dads clothes and have a mini break down. Now I am going to sleep in one of his old jackets. Smells like him. My heart is broken. Life hurts.
12:01 a.m. - 2013-07-10
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