sadness, guilt and anger come together. no one responded when i asked, are you sad? my father always had anger brewing just under the surface. i never understood. if i ever mentioned it he denied it. i felt it more, and i felt guilty. i felt like i had done something wrong, or that i had failed to do something right. i wonder why i put these words with sasha and olive, and it seems arbitrary, but right. i wonder why i put these words with sasha and olive, and it seems arbitrary, but right. anyway, no one needs to respond, this is just me thinking about feelings in a post.