Father

My father is an interesting person. I am quite unsure of how I should write this.
My father was born in veterans day ( 11th November ). I was born on November 9th.
He is an engineer and likes listening to rock music. My father is also an atheist and one of his biggest passions is reading.
My father taught me how to do many things. As much as I like my father he is not present with me. Since I am 8 years old my father left our house to work abroad. He hasn't been to half of my birthdays. And after my parents got divorced I started only seeing him during summer break. I don't blame him for anything. My father is a man that wants to be free from the societal norms and just accomplish his dreams. But more importantly, my father is a man that regrets lots of things. He regrets the bachelor's degree he took in college. And recently I think that my father thinks quite regularly how much better his life would be if he never had children. I don't blame him as well. The thought of having children is dumb to me. In such a rigged world no poor human should be exposed to this carnal way of living.
Me and my father like to watch Tarantino movies on our projector. My father likes to take me to cool rock music festivals. My father likes doing dumb dances with me and my family as we listen to stupid music.
My father doesn't really know his son, and I question myself if he is aware of that and ignores the situation or he simply thinks everything is okay.
My father takes me and my brother to cool camping trips where we get to see nature and animals. Me and my dad have conversations about life and how meaningless and important it can be at the same time.
My father's feelings and the way he expresses them make me think I am the primary mistake on my family.
My father is indeed an interesting person

what is this

During the relatively short lifespan of this blog, I never cared to explain its true purpose.
This blog was created with the intent of tracking my thoughts.
I wanted to share the progress of my state of mind and my opinions, so that one day every individual that might be interested could see how I was. Because, like I mentioned in my previous post, I will have to eventually vanish from the surface of the internet. The only thing left of my existence will be my online presence. I try to put into the words the idea and image of the kind of human that I am, even though I am aware that such a thing is quite unachievable.
Maybe people will wonder what the actual heck was on this kid's head. Truth be said, his head was full of shit.
I want to post more regularly, I'll try to put more of myself into this, I really want to leave something for the world to see,