Yesterday I think my aunt got the hint that I’m still not over my grandmother’s death. Along with the thought of my dad pretty much giving up on life because my sister and I failed him (in his eyes) as children just really sucks. I know this feeling will pass but I needed to just write this out to the universe somewhere. Twitter sucks since people love to play high school over there. I’m not normally a sad dude out in the open. I don’t know. Thanks for reading though.