Fucking cherish your parents man. My Dad is 59 today, and I took the day as annual leave to drink, play darts, and have a meal with him, and his reaction was if I'd given him a million pounds. That's gratitude and love.
I actually hate my brain, on a girls trip, an accident which was my fault happened, my friends have just carried on like nothing has happen and I am sat her frozen, numb and is it consuming me. Like, why can't I be more like them and just move on... like it's not that deep