Frozen Flare

I've been having a hard day. Week. Month. It's just been hard, and not getting any easier.
It's February now, and my father died in Novemeber. And I still feel.. listless. Like I'm expecting it to be some grand joke being played on me.
I've been weepy all day, I feel like dren. And I can't pull myself out of it, no matter what I try.

I've moved in with my mom, as most of you know. Got my own little room, little being the working term. But I've gotten pretty comfortable in it. I got it just the way I want, I think. I kind of wish I had a smaller bed, so I could have more room. But I don't think that's in the cards.

My ankle's feeling better. I sprained it badly the second week of Decemeber. And here it is 2 months later, and it's almost finally healed. It's been a real roadblock in my plans, in my progress.

I don't really feel like typing anymore. I might go play some Xbox or something.
Talk to ya later.