The last couple months have been completely horrible. Forgive me for not putting up more art and stuff. I wish I could. D=

If you want to get to the art stuff, go to the last paragraph, the rest is just me venting a little.

I'm sick all the time, so I've been steadily becoming more behind in school... And it hit me especially hard the last 2 weeks before Spring Break. My parents started fighting a lot more than usual, and believe me, that's a lot. My dad just became really... weird for about a month. It's a bunch of little things he'd do. Like one time I was sitting at the counter drinking grape juice, and he just stared at me for a complete 10 minutes. Then I asked him a question, he continued to stare at me, before a couple minutes later yelling "WHAT!?!?!" Needless to say it completely freaked me out. And then I found out he started smoking again... he hasn't for years. And my brother found this pamphlet in his car about some cult thing that my mom has bashed for years.

A few weeks ago he leaves for about 4 hours, with out telling anyone where he went. He comes back to tell us he went to that cult. Mom freaks out, so my brother and I just hang out in his room the rest of the night... I tried eavesdropping on my parents conversation... Basically what I heard was that my dad "had visions that he was David from David and Goliath in another life", and he "went to space". WHAT? So now I can tell my dad is... uhh... mentally unstable? Next day my dad tells me to skip school, so I do. My mom doesn't know that I did. Dad offers me some "pill", I say no thanks, I just had advil. Dad runs out of house. I'm relieved. I hear knocking at the door. I ignore it. Knocking continues. I look out the window and there are cop cars everywhere. I try to ignore it, and curl up in the guest room with some pillows and junk. They leave. Pretty soon it's 3:00. My mom calls, extremely worried about me, as she was supposed to pick me up at school, but I wasn't there. Oops. So she rushes home, she asks if my dad hurt me. She tells me he had a seizure. I have no idea what's going on. What would he hurt me? Then I remember the pill. But my dad had a SEIZURE?

Then I found out that basically... my dad did a lot of... illegal drugs when he was younger. They put him on some medicine because of the damage, or maybe it was before that? I don't know, either way he's mentally ill and needs this to be on this medicine. When he tried to quit smoking, the doctor prescribed some other medicine. These 2 medicine's mixed, (and he possibly took even more, but no one will tell me anything. Almost all I know is from eavesdropping, lmao.) He went to this hospital for a couple weeks and luckily most of it was during spring break, but I missed even MORE school, and so my brother and I had to stay with my grandma. So the doctors finally concluded that my dad that he shouldn't take either medicine and he'll be fine. So... he's been home since yesterday. He's seemed normal, but I'm kind of scared to be around him.

I feel a little bit better. It feels good to get that out there, but that isn't even half of what's been going on with him... and there's so much other drama/junk I'm trying to figure out. Grr.

So I have 2 more days until Spring Break's over. Easter's tomorrow, so that'll be fun, maybe. I hope to finish a couple drawings tomorrow while my family and I watch movies and stuff like that. I also have a ton of graphic stuffz to put up as well... So maybe there'll be some actual updates in the next couple days! =oooooo