Got an urgent call while I was at Paddles from back home. To make a long story short, I drove home faster than I ever knew how, so my father could take my mother to the emergency room. (FYI - they didn't call 911, because the ambulance would bring her to one of the worst hospitals in existance... we would rather she have good care.) I don't think this is serious... but, the way my luck has been, lets just say I'm a little concerend. I'm now sitting here at 5 in the morning, too jazzed up to go to bed... thus, this post.
These past 3 weeks have been an absolute living hell. Not only have I lost the love of my life, my entire planned future, my happiness and security... I'm at the point at which I have no fucking clue what I have. And there are people close to me who aren't helping at all. In fact, they made the situation worse... akin to lighting a powder keg underneath my ass.
So you know what? No fucking more. If you don't have anything good to say to me, don't bother. As it is my life is spriraling out of control... it doesn't need anymore help.