…ily and particularly on his parents. That thinking sounds illogical and overdramatic because it is. When you suddenly find yourself about to drown at sea, with weights tied to your ankles, flailing about for something to buoy you up, you don’t stop to wonder if it’s a well-construcuted object built with clear logic that will sustain you for as long as you need. You just grab for whatever the fuck floats by and cling to it until you stop coughing up the ocean. Once you’ve kept your head above water long enough to breathe regularly, you can make clearer decisions. I clung to those thoughts until I had better ones.