Like Micah said, we’re in Jersey at least through the weekend. Our father’s trying to hang in there. For now. I don’t think either of us will know what to do when he’s ready to let go. The girls are surprisingly supportive. I say surprisingly because bitches never do well with emotional shit and it’s just been one thing after another. They go back and forth between trying to keep us sane and trying to keep our mom occupied with Jayde’s baby bullshit. It’s like someone out there wanted to see exactly how much hell I could handle in one weekend.

First, we take a plane all the way across the country. Long plane rides are horrible enough, but long plane rides where someone shoves a sonogram picture in your face and rambles the whole time while you’re trying to prepare for the worst is absolute hell. Thanks, Jayde, for that. It actually did distract me for a while, so that should really be a less sarcastic thank you. Then, I get a blast from the past as soon as I hit my father’s hospital room. When Ali later tries to take care of the problem after she finds out exactly who it is and why they were really there, she gets arrested and then I got to bail her out of jail. Not that I mind, and honestly I wish I’d have recorded it because she got a damn good hit on Raven. Yeah, it’s real great fucking times for me right now, and it’s only just begun. Ffs.

Make that a double order of shooting stars.