[Fracture]

Losing my dad is the harshest experience I've ever been through. He was my Phil Jackson in life. I have a gf who thinks the grieving process has a statue of limitations and a little sister who I can't be weak in front of. She has her own hell with all of this



Shits fucked. It eats at me daily/nightly. No amount of booze, weed or sleep changes this


I feel like I'm losing my shit. I'm seeing sides of family members I could have never anticipated

I know we all have our own personal battles/demons, but right now... This shit is taking over my entire world