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Yeah, the past couple weeks have been mental.

It's wild to think about how much crazy shit has been happening that I'm still unsure if I've even processed any of.
My seasonal job stopped, and time just disappeared away from me after that. I've had no motivation for anything, and yet- Stuff Keeps Happening.

My dad's in prison right now, as far as I'm aware.
It's really weird to think about, it's like I knew it was coming someday so I'm not nearly as surprised or upset as I feel like most people would be. My auntie (dad's sister) is justifiably upset and as usual, is taking more responsibility than she needs to. There's a part of me that feels guilty for not being upset, but at the end of the day I have kinder people to worry about than him.
I hope I feel better about my decision to stay out of this at some point. I hope I made the right choice. I really don't want to regret putting better people first.