My whole life has a been a fxcking lie. My parents told me that my real dad was Austin the name of the guy I thought was my biological father...but no,when I was 1 month old my actual father went to war but he left me behind a box of letters with things that said 'When you hit puberty' 'When you realise what you want to be' 'First boyfriend' 'First kiss' etc. And a locket with a picture of me as a baby and him. In battle he went missing. They told my family he was most likely dead and that they would notify us if they found out anything else,weeks latet they came back saying that they found his body and that he was sadly killed. They decided since I was a baby that it aas best to not tell me that he died, they raised me believing that a man who wasn't my biological father was,kids would make fun of me because I didn't look like him. All my life I wondered why I looked nothing like Austin. Now I know why and sucks knowing that I can't meet him ever again or talk to him,or hug him,kiss him,get adivice from him etc. And I hate it so fxcking much guys. So fxcking much. I just wish they would've told me sooner,apparently my actual dad came up with my whole name and I got my personality and looksfrom him. Guys I just wish I would've got to know my dad better.

I miss him so damn much.