Sixty nine; little late.

So I figured I would tell you guys I got my prom dress. I got it on like.. Theee.. 1st or so. I love it. So much. I got it at the local dress shop here. I'm so excited for prom now.

I took my medicine, but then I took two midol. big mistake. Knocked me out for a few hours.

I'm not sure how I feel.
I had a dream about my dad last night.. Then today I was talking to my mom about this girl and how she is with the dad of her kid (who she is no longer with). My mom said the only reason she would have divorced my dad would have been for a reason that made it so he could never see us again. That caused a pang of hope.
I'm still in denial. I'm not sure how to come to terms with this. At has been 8 years.. How can I not.. I don't know. Anyone have any tips?

On the 28th, when I went and looked at dresses with Kaitlyn for prom, we went to the cancer ward afterwards. I kinda felt like it was.. A sign. Maybe. From my dad. Probably not.. But I like to think so.

I miss his voice. So much.
Ugh.

I'm so, blah. Not happy, not sad, but kinda.. Numb.
I don't know why. I was doing so well. Now I'm just so.. Iffy.

On the 17th I go for my L test. Then everyone can lay off my ass about it. That's exciting.

I'm tired.
I'm not sure what to do anymore.