John must of loved me enough because he left for rehab. Patrick must have loved me because we moved into his mom’s old apartment. John wasn’t happy about that, but then again, I was yet to see him happy. Ever. He left to go into the town and get help from some doctors. That is true love because he really does hate doctors, a thing we found we have in common. They were putting him through rehab and I loved him for that. I truly loved him for the first time. The downfall was that I had to stop calling him John. Oh well…here it goes. I hope I can do this. I shouldn’t be too hard. Love was real harder though compared to this. God, I sound so stupid. This should be easy. Ok here goes nothing…Dad.

Woah.