How do I begin? How to I even fathom a beginning to the explanation of what I'm feeling right now?

How about, "fbusdibgsdbgjkophjioraeo." Insert some facial collision with hard and preferably sharp objects, and we've got ourselves a good beginning.

Well, now I don't even feel like explaining it, or having the capability to explain it, but I still want to make an update.

Oh how I miss the days when I tipped my head to spill onto the e-pages of my tang.

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Does life get worse? (Don't answer, just let me vent.)

I was already struggling with the whole move out thing, and pretty miserable, and not having a good summer when one night, I was crying to my bff Tim. It got the best of me. I couldn't take it anymore. And I *kinda* broke down a little. But I came to the conclusion that things could only get better from here, so I calmed down, and was feeling better.

The next day, I find out my father is in the hospital with leukemia.

Okay, seriously? Despite my nonbelief, if God exists, he is one cruel motherfucker.

Anyways, he's starting chemo tomorrow; happy fourth of July.

Also, my birthday is this month; happy 16th, Jes, your dad has cancer!

I feel terribly for him but somehow I'm holding up. I went with him to legalize his will and whatnot... that was an awkward situation.

Believe it or not, I really can't wait for school to start. It'll mean all this is over. And this horrible summer will be over.

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