La Pura Gozadera ☼

So my dad and I have never the bonding kind, alright? We're never really had a close relationship. However, the man has always been a big NCIS fan. I actually started to watch it when I was like 6 years old because he'd sit on the couch to watch it and I wanted to spend time with him without feeling the need of talking. We didn't always watch it but we went through most seasons (like 3 to 10) and important episodes together, like Ziva's exit and Tony's exit, too.

This is just too much for me. My first ship, the one that ruined my existence is now bringing me back to life. I've had this blog to RANT about them for 13 years, left for so many of those years but came back to a dash full of people screaming and losing their shit just as if 2013 had never ended.

I’ve spent a good amount of time searching for something, anything, to help me remember how I coped with this sort of pain in the past. So far, I have nothing. I feel lost. I feel scared. I want to believe everything’s going to be okay but ignoring life was a lot easier 8 years ago. I didn’t have a job, I didn’t have to drive to work. I didn’t have to be that productive. Life can’t just stop now and I feel so overwhelmed. Life keeps spinning and I don’t know how to keep up.