I know I will spend the next 24 hours of my life with the worst feeling and thought in the back of my head asking if it’ll be my dads last Christmas.
I already hate today and we’re only 33 minutes in.
There is no worse feeling than to see a man you’ve looked up to from birth fall from the top and become somebody who cannot support themselves physically and mentally.
Breaking point was reached today, Guess I’m not as strong as I thought I was.
Nobody is invincible.
3 hours sleep and hardly a bite to eat. My body is slowly going to fuck me up.