So I had been trying to stay strong for my dad, and so that I wouldn't stop even for a bit--

But not long after what happened to my dad, someone left a very small and young kitten on my doorstep. I took him in, of course, and took him to the vet despite everything. He was very sick, and at most 30 days old. I spent something like a week trying to bring him back to full health, I'd stay up to feed him and give him meds.
However in the end it was just not enough. He was too sick already by the time he got to us, and when he finally passed, in my arms because I refused to let him die "alone", that kinda triggered a massive breakdown for me. Everything I tried to keep bottled up just burst out all at once, and I had to take a few days to pick myself up...

I was trying really hard to keep up a strong front, but I had absolutely no one to rely on. My mom isn't reliable at all, and my friends are far away.

I'm finally getting better now, so I'll be picking up from where I left before the breakdown-- Things will go back to normal really soon.

I'm sorry for not updating you guys sooner, and thank you so much for your patience!