I can't seem to move on. Maybe I never do. Maybe I don't even understand the concept. I still tear up thinking about the dog that died when I was three. I'm not handling my father's cessation very well. He wasn't particularly fond of existing, but he was my dad. I can't go a day without breaking down into tears. Every day for two months now.
When Jenny died, I stumbled pretty badly, but recovered and shakily got back into classes and everything. When I injured my knee, I could no longer do the very thing that keeps me sane and made all this possible, but I limped on for a while. When I found out that my father had cancer, I just broke. I failed my classes. Then the fucking pandemic happened.
Now he's gone, and I'm still an absolute wreck. I hear vaccines are finally on the horizon, but not sure I'll ever recover from this.
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