I AM NOT HANDLING THIS WELL

God I cried on my brother and my dad so hard. Fuck this shit

IT’S NOT FAIR

You wouldn’t think I could cry that many times in one day, but apparently I can! NEATO

Me: Thanks again.
Dad: No problem. I always enjoy talking to you.
Me: I was openly weeping, but okay. Thanks.

The only upside about all this shit with my grandma is that my brother and I have been talking on the phone more and more frequently. Which is nice.

MY COUSIN GOT A THIGH TATTOO ABOUT OUR GRANDMA! I HAVE A FOREARM TATTOO ABOUT OUR GRANDMA!

thanks it’s the depression

My mom: I know you don’t like when I comment on your body, but you look so healthy!

Me: Uh. K.

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My aunt: Do you do yoga? Because you look so skinny!

Me: No. And No.

Goddamnit sometimes my dad is amazing

Finally had a conversation with my dad about the fact that he’s been on prozac since I was a goddamn child

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