Hey guys. Sorry if my 60th blog won't be all, " OH MY GOD. DINOS AND ROBOTS AND DANCING, OH MY! :{D AND SOME GIFS~!" It's...it's just that it's Father's Day, (again).

I hate Father's Day.

There, I said it.

I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

Why do I hate it so much? It's because I have to watch everybody else in my life enjoy Father's Day with their dads. You see, my daddy died when I was a baby. Therefore, I never got to know him. I have no memories of him either which really .

I really hate remembering this story after so many times I've told it to people. It makes me cry every time like how I am right now.

My father, my uncle (cousins' dad), and my 2 grandpas died all around the same year. With those 4 deaths, it really scared my family. And I cry hard everytime I think about how I'll never be able to hug him once.

Oh great, now I'm sobbing. This is just ing fantastic.

Well, I hope every else has a happy Farther's Day. Please do me a favor, one freaking favor, and just tell your dad that you love them.

You don't know how much I want to tell my dad that.

So. ing. Badly.

Well I guess I'll try to sleep today off instead of sobbing it out like I do every year.

Bye.