Difference

Today's a Sunday but it feels weird and different usually on Sunday's I would be out with my friends. oh wait that's right I don't have friends anymore. Now I feel like I must have been blind to not see through there plan. It's early seven o'clock in the morning I decided to cheer my self up instead of staying in bed feeling sad over people who don't deserve it. I went for a run which I haven't done in a really long time. when I came back dad was awake and had already made breakfast. my dad all jokes aside should have been a chef his cooking skills are amazing. then I got myself cleaned up for the day. then I went to my dad's office to sit in that strange couch again in which I have been expressing emotions I have for years tried to suppress sadness, anger, and revenge. I feel like I don't know myself anymore as if I have been reading a cover-up book of Rose Kane And if as if I have just started to see the real one. the questions flowing through my head is who am I? who was my mother? what heritage did my mom leave me? Does the lucyn family know about me? Here I am again heading to my dad's office to sit in that strange couch again to ask these questions and hopefully get an answer.