Well

Ah, Facebook.

I just stumbled across my birth father's page.

I want to think that all these emotions are purely hormonal but this sadness and longing looking at the kids he fathered and stayed with ... well, for one it's weird.
I'd like to think that it wasn't me. That he didn't stay because Caye is a crazy bitch. You can't really blame him for wanting to peace the fuck out.

He at least could have called. He knew I was living with Becky and Mike.

Why the hell do I care so much about a man I've never even met?

This is stupid.