So maybe my journal is back to being an unread blog, but whatever. Who's give a fuck?
My mother just called me to tell me she wants to divorce my father after 32 years of being married. It wasn't what I really expected after the usual, "how was your day?" Needless to say, my family was basically the last bit of thread keeping me tied to somewhere in this reality, but I don't care anymore.
I'd normally kick myself for sounding like just another angsty preteen, that is, if I wasn't 22. I know logically, that I should be fine, but this really shatters my whole world. Perhaps that is a good thing, but I am already a misanthrope. They were the little bright spot, now I'm torn between a hundred different emotions.
Damn it. Fucking damn it.
I pray the winds will guide me.
I'm going to Drezian's to spin.
My mother just called me to tell me she wants to divorce my father after 32 years of being married. It wasn't what I really expected after the usual, "how was your day?" Needless to say, my family was basically the last bit of thread keeping me tied to somewhere in this reality, but I don't care anymore.
I'd normally kick myself for sounding like just another angsty preteen, that is, if I wasn't 22. I know logically, that I should be fine, but this really shatters my whole world. Perhaps that is a good thing, but I am already a misanthrope. They were the little bright spot, now I'm torn between a hundred different emotions.
Damn it. Fucking damn it.
I pray the winds will guide me.
I'm going to Drezian's to spin.