love you Pa.
Have you ever sat down to think about your life? Like seriously psycho-fucking-analyze it. Do you ever feel that your life fucking sucks because you can only think of very few things to live for. Welcome to the life of Arielle Bymaster. Kill me thanks.
Want to hear something creepy. I thought deaths came in threes. It obviously doesn't, it just doesn't end.
January- Ronnie
February- Grandma Paternoster
March- Grandma Clark
April- Grandpa Becker
Ok keep in mind all of these deaths happened exactly one month apart from each other. That is fucking scary.
I feel like my goal should be not to have someone die every single month through this year. I also feel like everyone I am coming into contact with will die, therefor, put me in a place all by myself and never visit me.
If I didn't have Adam for a boyfriend and Stephanie as a best fucking friend, I might just contemplate suicide.
I didn't even really get to say goodbye. The last time I saw him he was at home for the day, in his cool new scooter that he ran everyone over with. He told me about all of the hot nurses at the nursing home and how bad he wanted to be home. He was healthy, well, as healthy as an 86yr old can be. Everyone kept saying "Gee, I don't know how much longer he is going to be around." They have been saying that for years though. I just wish that I would have gone down to see him.
I was told he passed peacefully, they were all with him, they told me as if i am supposed to stop crying and think it was ok. Whether he suffered or wanted to go I still want him here and it's not ok. It sucks.
{sigh}
Want to hear something creepy. I thought deaths came in threes. It obviously doesn't, it just doesn't end.
January- Ronnie
February- Grandma Paternoster
March- Grandma Clark
April- Grandpa Becker
Ok keep in mind all of these deaths happened exactly one month apart from each other. That is fucking scary.
I feel like my goal should be not to have someone die every single month through this year. I also feel like everyone I am coming into contact with will die, therefor, put me in a place all by myself and never visit me.
If I didn't have Adam for a boyfriend and Stephanie as a best fucking friend, I might just contemplate suicide.
I didn't even really get to say goodbye. The last time I saw him he was at home for the day, in his cool new scooter that he ran everyone over with. He told me about all of the hot nurses at the nursing home and how bad he wanted to be home. He was healthy, well, as healthy as an 86yr old can be. Everyone kept saying "Gee, I don't know how much longer he is going to be around." They have been saying that for years though. I just wish that I would have gone down to see him.
I was told he passed peacefully, they were all with him, they told me as if i am supposed to stop crying and think it was ok. Whether he suffered or wanted to go I still want him here and it's not ok. It sucks.
{sigh}