Loss
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Being a emotional teen, with many unrequited loves per say, heart breaks, family issues, I admired Lana's work. The words, the music, all felt like it'd been plunged deep into my soul, I understood and felt every word sung. I felt like I myself were Lana Del Rey sometimes. I'm not saying Lana is a bad influence for young teenage girls, but for a young influential teen I'd been, with what we'd call, 'Daddy Issues,' fuck yea she was.
For the first while, everything was normal. I started middle school, had many friends, and I was living life gracefully. Everything was as peachy as it ever could've been. But eventually, one Winter, my father died. I was 14. It wasn't that we'd never expected it to happen eventually. My father had always had health issues since I was in elementary school. We (as in me and my mother), just weren't expecting it so suddenly. He had passed away in his sleep. My mother would tell me about how lucky we all were that at least my father passed away peacefully. How would we have even know that for a fact? Maybe he was actually suffering when it occurred. Not like my mother would've cared though. Secret was, my mother was an alcoholic who never put much effort into their marriage in the first place. I guess once he passed away, she saw this opportunity to really do something with her life other than pity herself , and drown in alcohol.
