So a short update.

So this morning I had to get up early due to my mum's car being broken down. My dad decided to drop me off this morning. This afternoon I have to take the bus. ;-;
SO anyways dad took me to school. VERY awkward for the first half of the drive there. Then dad decided to do a conversation thingy. This is how it went.
"So. What've you got today?" -Dad
"Uhhh........... Single session of art and Y.E.P and then science... That's all that's interesting really..." -Me
"Ok..."
>- awkward silence -<
"... So... Umm... Have you got anything interesting?" -me
"... Well I've got a meeting at a high class resteraunt" -dad
"Cool"
"..."
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"I know about that conversation you had with your mum"
"What conversation?"
"About what you've been doing to yourself"

And yeah dad kept talking to me about that stuff and like I literally almost cried. Like, since my sister isn't my dads daughter (Half sister. You know what I mean), he considers me his first child and if I do stuff like that, then he feels as if he's failed as a parent...
My dad isn't one of those guys who share his feelings. When our dog died, he was just as quiet as he usually was. Then he told me he was gonna go adopt another dog coz mum kept having nightmares and was 'depressed'. The reason why I used quotation marks is because she clearly was just really upset. Depression has people bottling up feelings, sitting in their rooms all day, not talking to anyone, refusing to eat sometimes, staying indoors and putting full blame on theirselves. Anything I'm missing? Anyone wanna argue this? I'm in the mood to argue with people to be honest...
Anyways, dad THEN told me that if there's anything I wanna talk about it, he's there, and whatever feelings I'm feeling, he's probably felt it before as well, coz he always thought that his sister was the favorite, since she lives closer to nan and they talk and hang out all the time n stuff and I can see where he's coming from. Like, it always seems that WE'RE the ones calling and WE'RE the ones going up to visit them and WE'RE the ones that have to organise stuff. Poor dad... I love you <3
Yep so from now on I'm gonna think about dad before I go ahead and do something stupid...
I'll be honest, since no one usually reads my posts, I don't think it's going to help...
Short post is short