I usually never let myself to allow certain aspects that are at a contiguuous and irresolvable conclusion in my life to hang over my head in a cloud of murky haze. But, onec in a while no matter how hard you run, thoughts always end up eventually creeping back in slowly, if only for just a brief moment in time, even without voluntary consent. And you find that they hit you just as hard, until you quickly recover over it by busying your mind with some of the other million issues in you life of which you can actually do something about.

I don't usually allow myself to give much contemplation to my familial situation, but once in a while the harsh realization peeks its ugly face in as the constant reminder.
And it just still astonishes me just how broken my family really is.
I always hear other people talk about their families an the things they do together, and we don't have anything like that.