I’ve been procrastinating writing this entry, but I may as well do it. It’s getting closer to the day my dad died last year. I don’t even remember what day it was, just that he died in September. I still feel nothing for him. I’m not glad he’s dead, nor am I sad in the least bit. Still, I just don’t feel anything. But I’m sure now that I’ve addressed it, I’m going to be feeling quite a few things. Perhaps an influx of more memories of him molesting me. Maybe just more random memories I have of him. I’m not sure… But I intend to be more active this month in my blog entries. I’ve had a good break from talking about my trauma as much as I used to. All summer, pretty much. I feel it’s time I quit distracting myself and start addressing my issues once more. It’s been a great distraction, all the time I’ve been spending with boyfriendish, but I probably shouldn’t be relying on him long-term.