some sort of existence?

it's been a week since i've seen my kids. they've been on vacation with their mom. i went out west to visit my dad and keep my mind off the fact they've been so far away from me. i'm back now, and they'll be here tomorrow.

despite a great visit with my dad, I find myself in a state of...

something.

depression? maybe. i was just sobbing, triggered by something on tv that hit a little too close to my heart.

f*ck, i hate this time of year.

ghost