It’s been a year since my dad passed. I get teased at school because my dad is dead. Who’s going to walk me down the Isle now? Who’s going to watch me turn into a grown woman? No one, they say. They tease me about my scars too. I’ve been self harming ever since he died. My mom doesn’t even know, because I always wear long sleeve shirts, no matter how hot it is. I’ve come across a situation where my friend asked me why I had scars on my wrists, but I lied and told her my cat scratched me. I miss him. And he died because he kept drinking beer for 20 f****** years. If you know someone who drinks a lot, get them to quit now. I miss my dad so much, and I’m sure you won’t bare to lose someone you love. I’m crying as I type this, I don’t know what to do anymore. I want help. But I’m afraid to ask.