(a lot of shit redacted.)
I had a hell of a weekend. Nothing so bad, but I wanted to get it all off my chest, but I can't do it online. It's times like these I really wish I had friends.
Getting old sucks.
Having a parent get old and develop mental issues sucks.
Realizing this weekend that the second parent is forgetting shit. Fuck.
I wish I could talk with them without being talk to like I'm 15 and not 37 and concerned.
<sigh> I end up yelling. Not because I'm mad. I'm fucking scared.
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