(no subject)
my orthodontist is dead.
he was old...but he wasnt old, you know?
we carried on the rest of our meal in silence.
it was awkward.
but what is there to say about it?
i had the weirdest dream last night.
jimmy was in it.
so was chris.
we were in flagstaff and we were getting drunk.
my parents are hiding things from me. im positive
my moms oncologist, the one who dealt with all her cancer shit, called and she went running back into her bedroom and closed the door.
last night when my dad called i vaguely heard her say "i have some bad news" as she again ran back to her room.
this morning i overheard, okay i eavesdropped, something about "getting back results" and "knowing for sure."
my dad gave her a huge hug when she left this morning. a hug i havent seen since she was diagnosed, or when her dad had a stroke, or some other tragedy that fate threw her way.
i hate them sometimes but im too afraid to ask. i'd much rather stay suspended in this blissful ignorance