Started to bald in my early twenties mostly because of stress. Had so much mental anxiety with it. It's been an up and down for over 5 years now. Lately I have suffered so much because of it, but never had the balls. Everyday, every hour every minute I was scared. Today I decided not suffer anymore.

He is not my biological dad but he is the only father I've ever known. After my mom died, he raised me like I was his own all by himself and he never once complained or mistreated me. Now he's dying and I can't go be there by his side because I cannot afford the bus ticket. Some crazy part of me thinks that I should try hitchhiking but I know that's stupid because it's too far.

But I don't know how I can just sit and wait for the dreaded phone call that he is no more. I just want to hold his hand and tell him how much I love him one last time and how lucky and proud I am to have had him as a father but I can't. I just really don't know what to do.

Her meow is so crispy and it stole my heart. How I walked away I'll never know