I've had a tough day today, but I know I should be proud I've got through it. I went to the football which is hard in itself because it reminds me of going with my Dad so much. Then the match was very emotive, a real nail biter and I couldn't help but thinking that I wish Dad was here. I know in my head he is here all the time, but I hate not being able to see him and speak to him. I'm not sure I'd even recognise his voice now.
Someone said I should go to the doctors for help but I think I've left it too late now. I mean its been eighteen months the doctor will think I'm stupid and I should have got over it by now. Even my boyfriend forgets sometimes, my friends well and truely have. Maybe I should try, but its not that easy is it??
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