Dad
i thought when you were in hospital all that time that if i just carried on as normal i'd survive.
i was 13, i didn't know what else to think.
now i know you can never just bury hatchetts like that. but i realise this everyday. it stops me from sleeping every night. it stops me from working at school. it stops me from talking to my friends.
I don't know what to do dad, all i want is for the dad i had when i was 4 to come back. before your drinking and the heart attacks and the stomach ulcers and the mrsa and the months you spent in hospital and the leaving you there while we when on holiday began.
dad i binge drink every weekend with my friends. i don't want to stop because so far i can barely recall any of the 3 years since your heart attack. it just wipes it all out. i want to forget the rest of my childhood, because i can still remember your drinking.
and mum, im sorry, but it's just really easy to get served when you're 16