When I'm 15

I'll be 15 tomorrow. I haven't made a big deal out of it. I don't feel any different. No parties, no celebration.

I haven't spoken to my dad in....well, a long time. I'd say since summer of last year? And what's weird is, he lives in the same town as me. In fact, I could walk about 50 feet and go see him. No, literally, 50 feet. But I don't. I've never had an emotional connection with him, and frankly, I don't know if I ever will. It shouldn't be my incentive to go. Today, he asked somebody to tell me to go see him tomorrow. It's my birthday. I didn't see him at all for my last birthday, when I turned 14.

So, I don't know how why. Oh, well. It's not a big deal. It never is.