You know, it's almost funny in a tragic way. I lost my dad when I was young. A year later, I lost my grandfather. And since then, it seems like every father figure I possibly could have or get close to just leaves at some point. And recently, I thought that pattern was over. For the longest time, I've been drifting around. I never really felt like I belonged anywhere until I got into theater. And my theater teacher was a really big part of that. He made me feel comfortable. I liked talking to him. And then he left. Absolutely broke me. Cried right there in the middle of class. Everyone was sad. I know that. I guess I just couldn't be bothered with trying to hide it. I miss my dad. And I miss my theater teacher.
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