Random thoughts...

How is one supposed to feel when a parent is inching closer to death? A parent whom they were never close to, barely speak to and feel guilt in their gut because of how they assume others feel while they themselves just don't? Meh... Just talking into the void on here, I suppose. But, I can't help but feel desolate, inwardly. It's not dire(Yet.), but reality has a way of making one feel insignificant.

You're about to get married, you walk into a bathroom to see your signifcant other being breast feed by his mother. Whatcha doin?

Room for one more? Aha... Had to.