STORY THREE : Unorganized thoughts for an unorganized person.
My god, do I have a story for you. It occurred tonight so, I think it's recent enough.
I was sitting here, listening to music when this song that I've heard multiple times, [and even have on my phone] pops up. [ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0PEEWxPTsc ] I started thinking, " Yeah, this song would really hit me hard if my father had walked out on us. " I continue listening and imagining things in my head, I cry. I straight out start bawling over my own foolish thoughts.
Here's what I imagine; Everything is normal when my father just dies unexpectedly. Tragic enough on it's own, but of course I make it worse for myself. I go insane from just the mere thought of my father dying. No more stern yet loving critiques on my thoughts, no more games in the car about what band is playing, no more coffee shop rendezvous. Just a tear stained grave stone with his name carved into it; Flowers I've left every day sitting there, wilting away. Being insane, I make it in my mind that he didn't die; He's just walked out on us. He's alive, he's just not here. He'll be back. He'll be back...
I continue this for about an hour, still crying and repeating the song over and over till my eyes grow tired, my head gets dizzy, and I immediately think, "Maybe I should type this out."
So here I am.