* very locked, much tightly *

* very locked, much tightly *

Dad and I are pretty sure the cancer is back, not that it ever left, but swollen lymph nodes. He doesn't want to talk to my mom about it because her way of handling things is to tell everybody what to do and try to control everything, and he just wants to be left alone because he is sad. So am I. He let himself start having hope, then this happens.

My life sucks, my dad's life sucks. My mom's life sucks, too, for various reasons. Basically, life just sucks.

sad
tired

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