I am more okay than I have any right to be. I have realized this. Have you? Have you any idea how fucked up I should be? Within reason, I have been blessed, I have been healed, I have been cured.
Tonight my Dad and I "made" up after about a week of fighting/silent treatment (Not on my part, His!) His constant Hollins-Bashing is making me violently homocidal, it really bothers me.
My aunt is visiting this week! Yay!
Things are really messed up. I haven't broken yet, but its so hard. I just want everything to be okay.