Today it'll be a week since I've moved into my Dad's Best Friend's house. I can't do anything anymore like I use to be able to when you were here dad. You gave me space, Ryan doesn't. He won't let my boyfriend over either because he says he's "not the right one for me". What the hell does that mean?! There's a tension between us since you passed.. I know he misses you just as much as I do. I just wished he wouldn't take his grief out on me, i don't like fighting with him. I hate it actually and if it's not any worse I have to see him at school too, he's my math teacher. It's like I'm a prisoner to my own life. This next month is going to go by so slow.. and I miss you more everyday. Watch over me, okay Dad? I love you.