this morning sucked.
happy birthday dad, you're 64.
sports was interesting. wallball in the gym for PE lacrosse and then a party-thing. we gave away the remaining sweets.
i'm still hurting and i'm startin to push everyone away. i should be happy and i am on some level but now the old wounds i thought had closed from chris have reopened; i'm trusting no one.
i'm so bitter right now.