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I feel better, but I'm still broken. ( Rambling...self-indulgent rambling )

I have a lot to work through and I'm not sure what I'm working off, through (other than the obvious sick dad issue and the sheer weight of that), or towards. I don't really care - I know I have some growing to do, some maturing, some wounds to heal, but so long as I grow I don't really care how much or in what way I do.