I was going to make a long entry talking about how my dad appeared to be distant from me whenever he wasn’t molesting me, how I was wrong about when I said he was a decent father figure before and how much it angers me. But after stopping to think about it, I’ve realized that none of that actually matters. I’m focusing too much on his mentality when I’ve already covered that enough. All I’m doing is getting myself worked up for something that’s not even relevant. I’m usually more level-headed than this. Perhaps the stress from my mom’s anxiety is messing with my head a bit. Maybe I should get back to being more active here again so I can vent.