Make up, and Dad
I made up with Skye...I'm so glad. I went to school terrified that I had lost the only one who means anything to me. I guess in comparission to yesterday, today was great. When you look at it without perspective though, it wasn't. Last night my Dad called me up after I posted and asked me to go firedancing with him. It was an hour long drive...Do you know what we talked about that hour? I got one of the longest gay lectures ever. He told me that he doesn't care and that his best friend is gay...Well, that's a load off my shoulders I suposse. I'm bittersweet on the attention coming from his end. I don't know if he's doing it because he wants to or because he read my Myspace blog(I wrote a dad-bashing) and feels guilty. I don't know...I guess time will tell if it's a guilt trip or an actual paternal thing. If he continues the contact between us, then it is a paternal thing...If it fades away then it was a guilt trip. Either way, I'm not going to worry about it. Oh, I didn't go to finals in the speech competition. I don't care though. Admittedly, I did kind of want to go...But I'm not going to go cut myself up because I didn't. I dunno, I guess I'm alright today. Skye thinks I'm anorexic...I deny it though because the truth is too much for her to handle right now. I can't burden her with my problems.
