This level of sadness is illegal in 3 states.

I think the title is sort of self-explanatory. Obviously, I'm sad right now. And obviously, it's more than just "I'll be over it in a few hours"-sad.
I'm scared. My coaches, they hate me now, for missing school for a whole week because of a sore throat. It's not just a sore throat, I have an upper respiratory infection. But do they care? No. Do they care that my mom brought in a note from my doctor excusing me from school running for the rest of the week? No, of course they don't. Instead, they'd rather tell all my friends on the team that it's not right to miss school (by which they mean running) for a whole week because I'm sick. That I should just suck it up. I'm done. Done with them, done with running for a team. I'd rather do 3 miles on my own everyday for the rest of high school, and college, and maybe even for the rest of my life, than have to deal with the Iatauros' for one more minutes. I'm too scared to call them. I really, really am. My mom said that if they give me a hard time over the phone, that she'll talk to them (by which I mean, yell at them) and tell them that I'm off the team. That way, I don't even have to finish off the season. I'm just so done with this.
My dad. He's another reason I'm at this infinitesimal level of sadness right now. He lives in Thailand, with his young, Thai wife, Fa. She's only 3 years older than my sister, who is 29. He has this problem, it's a mental thing I guess, that keeps him from doing smart things. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad, but the way he acts sometimes makes me hate him. I don't even pick up the phone really anymore, because I don't even want to talk to him. He's a wonderful father, when he's not doing stupid things, or acting like a child. And the thing is, he wants to be a good dad. He has the desire too, and he is...sometimes. I just...need to talk to somebody.
It feels good to have this blog, and to be able to let stuff out.
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