I am all over the place tonight. So I have this horrible confession to make. I'm too embarrassed to make it on the forum, though I might as well be.
Everytime somebody dies, I resent my dad for still being alive. I don't have the energy to actively hate him, though when I think about it, I do.
I wonder if anyone will hurt when he dies.
Gah. This isn't productive. I need to get out of here for a bit.
I was going to postsecret that (with less words, of course), but I think I'll just leave it here.