inthemaking

Thats the thing about parents right? Sometimes you just want to send to the north pole so they can leave you alone and stop beeing up you ass all the time. And then other times, they are just perfect. Holding your hand while you cry your hear out in a cool down town cafe surrounded by Patrik Wolf groupies. Every drop is a little bit of everything you have keept inside of you and it finally dropps out into your soyalatte. My dad was that today, just albsofucking lovely. And I needed it, very very much. I have feelt the need of crying a long time now and today was the day. I cried til my eyes were red and my checks wet. Then after all the crying my dad kissed me and told me how much he loved me, I eat a large hommus sandwich and we started talking about how to make things better from now on. I left my dad tired as fuck. Like not only my deepest emotions but also my energy had been in those tears. I ignored the fact that I was sleepy and went boxing instead. I never felt so close to vomiting in my life. But for two houres I could actually focus on just boxing.