Before I begin, a quick thank you to Quarters who says those are scary insane looking eyes. Those are my eyes, ya broomhead.

Emotionally topsy turvy day. His father has reverted to asshole mode. I want to be there for him but I don't want him to think I'm smothering him. I want to be his friend without him worrying that I'll judge him. I want him to know that I have faith in him to do what he needs to do. If you are reading this, know that I love you and am here in any way I can be.

I just need a hug. That would be nice. I miss that.