Loss. I think about loss and see my father. He passed away after my 12th birthday. The last thing i said to him “i hate you” and i’ve never regretted anything more. I think about life if he took me out to supper that night. I stayed at my friends. That is something that haunts me everyday. I think how opposite my’d life be. I feel sometimes and some places I just feel like I can’t escape “i hate y...