So, I vent In my sketch books, and while I was gone, my cousin went through it. Finding various pages of suicide notes. Finally bringing it to my dad, he then flipped through it. We had a conversation about how I have been sexually harassed. He then told me it wasn’t my fault, and sadly through all this, I refused to tell them till now,

Like this conversation lifted a ton off my shoulders

It’s been 7 years since the incident, I love to talk about it like a joke, it helps me cope with it.

I know, thanks man

Ah, thanks!