rerun

Yea.. I'm back to being worried about dad... I hate this, why can't things be easier. 

It's so hard for me to look at him because I can see the pain in his eyes.  Then I smell the alcohol on this breath, then I see him trying to be happy, but its all a charade. It breaks my heart to see it, It breaks my heart to see him so unhappy, but there's not much I can do about it. 

I have so little patience for him. see, awful daughter.