my twin sister has just called, dad has been taken into hospital.
he has liver, lung and bone cancer, i've not seen him since the summer, and even then it was only for him to walk past me. i have no relationship with any of the family, except my twin, and haven't had since september 2005. i've been trying to put things right with mum and dad since dad was diagnosed in april; but they don't answer my emails, letters, texts and when i go to the house they don't answer the door to me.
so, they seem to have made their feelings towards me clear. that doesn't, however, explain why i am sat alone in my sister's living room shaking, crying and desperate for my knife (i'm a self harmer, although i haven't cut in 17 months). i think it is the beginning of the end for dad, he's only 55.
EDIT:
i'm sorry, i probably shouldn't have posted this, i just needed to get it off my chest
