Tomorrow is the funeral, then after that I'm gonna try and go back to business as usual with my life. It's gonna be a short service, like an hour at most with only close friends and family allowed (mostly to keep his crazy girlfriend away. she's the one who found him and literally told the police she didn't think he had any family even though she knew about my aunt and us. the police literally had to find my grandma's obituary to find out about us, hours later ://)

I'm not looking forward to going back to school, I know everyone's gonna make a huge fuss over all this and I'm honestly just ready to move on with my life. Dealing with my dad has always been a huge weight on my shoulders and while it seems cruel to say I really feel relieved that it's all over.

He was so sick with his addiction, he was beyond help. He really was a good person deep down but he was just so broken he couldn't be fixed. Just goes to show, you may think you're really fucking cool by drinking and doing drugs but even a good person can end up dead at 53. (or 54? I don't even know how old he was) That shit is NOT good for you.

-sigh-

This is just a lot for me. I'm gonna go draw and get this off my mind, I kinda wanna stream to have a little company but no one comes unless I'm drawing free shit.