Apr. 16th, 2014 at 3:37 AM
My father is an even more manipulative, controlling bastard than I ever thought. Though I don't know why I'm surprised. Jay's going through Hell, and I can't do anything, and I just want to scream, or crawl into a bottle until I feel better. Which I can't, because you remember what happened last time I drank while on my pain meds.