So, I just got back from my aunts funeral. Everyone kept asking my parents if they were okay, no one asked if I was okay. Then, my parents went out for a smoke. If I Die Young started playing... I lost it. Yet no one bothered to comfort me... Until my Uncle Charlie found me. I hadn't seen him sense I was ten. We were both messes, we hugged and cried. It was nice. He told me he was planning on staying around for a while, and I said that was great. I missed that guy after all.

Good to know I still got my uncle Charlie to lean on ^^