Let me first start by saying that I won't be on for a while because semester is over. I'll be back in the spring, more or less.

Beyond that I can't really think of anything.

So here's to the shitty part.

On the 12th of May, just a day before my mom's birthday, my dad had what I take to be a massive heart attack and is sadly no longer with us any longer. Anymore it doesn't hurt to say it. It's all just words until I get to the messy emotional stuff that goes along with losing your provider and father figure of 14 years. The whole depression, self- as well as outward destructiveness, rage, denial, self-pity, [Insert negative emotional states here]? THAT'S the part that's scaring me.

Ironically enough, now I don't need to think of a way to come out to him anymore.

But I gotta go.