Last night, I made a promise to my dad to not die a stupid death, to not fall into a pit of overbearing sadness based on mediocre things, and to never step within a mile of the same mistakes he made. That is what he asked me to promise. He told me that not seeing me for a year was hell enough, and when his suspicion that I would always hate him, because I am so black and white, became belief, he almost stopped finding a reason to get out of bed. He asked his ex-girlfriend to shoot him. He drank a bottle or two a day, it seemed to him. When I realized I should forgive him three months ago, we started reconnecting. The conversation began when I said that he is a good person. He told me that he never wanted me to look up to him. It was a very emotional conversation, and at the end, he had me promise that. Now, as he is going to a friends house, he is gone again, and I have had one stressful thing happen, the anticipation of my grandmother making me help fix her super expensive TV again, and my first thought is to commit suicide to escape it. I have caught myself, but if I made a promise to not go down that path, why am I automatically thinking it?