It's already been a year since my dad died, and I found out this morning that my uncle just passed, too. My family's been dropping like flies. I'm down to 3 people other than myself. It's amazing how quickly time passes. It seems like just a little while ago-that I was just going through my life-without any idea how little time I had with some of the most important people in it. I've lost touch with almost all my old friends, and my family is being whittled down. I guess this is just a way to get some of this out before I get overcome by depression. It's amazing how much you can hate waking up in the morning.