A few weeks back, my sister, Cassidy, was going to have a baby. A baby that passed before she was born.
Cassy felt extremely depressed. Called me up a few times, sounding like she was talking to herself. The one time she specifically called me for me, she spent the entire call just screaming at me with many curses and tons of anger. I let her vent everything she needed to say.

Maybe a week later, I found that she attempted suicide. It was a failed attempt, and she was put into a coma. It was... hard for myself, as well as her other two siblings. And our parents. Not to mention her husband...

...Yesterday, she passed away. 23 years old.

I'm like... really really REALLY freaking depressed right now.

I may not do much for a while. Please don't ask me to do much.

I'm up to my head in stuff I need to do, as well as a lot of crap that's piling on top of me...

I am goiing to miss you, Cassidy.......... oh gods............