It's weird how something that used to be so important suddenly turns into something I can't be that bothered with anymore. When something goes from being one of your biggest worries to the smallest problem you've got at that point...

I used to care about what he thought.
I screwed up, I know that. I really don't need to hear "I told you so!". I wish I was less stupid, or had the chance to turn back time so that I could change a few things I did.
And of course, it's all my fault...
Even though I really hate myself for it and want him to write something, or call, I can't be bothered to do anything. I know I could make that call...
I don't care right now! Haven't got much response the times I've actually tried to do something...

And I still haven't spoken to Dad about next week. But don't worry, I hope he'll give me a lift to Turku. I need to get away from here. I need something else to think about. There's way too much going on in my head, and I don't know that to do. I need my friends. I need their hugs.