One day less perfect than the next
So...grandpa had a heart attack. .....Yeah...umm..he's in "stable" condition...I'm trying not to think about it I hate getting depressed and I hate depressing the people around me. I was told last night by my buddy Ram that I erm..I don't remember how he put it so I just won't say anything so I don't get myself into trouble. But thanks Ram and Kevin for making Kunt go away, I didn't really see if anyone else helped I was too busy trying to breathe...anyway Kurt found us last night. The story on him is....a few months ago he came up to me with his friend Dee (who also can burn in hell and die) and they "raped" me over the internet. Which wouldn't have been so bad if it didn't bring back very very bad memories which I'm still trying to get over. So whenever I see Kurt he makes all those memories come back and I panic because everytime I see him I remember something new from those bad memories. All that results into a panic attack where I can't breathe and my eyes get all watery and and and it sucks ass. Sigh, I really do wish he'd die. Now he doesn't leave me for my friends alone. But thank you to Ram, Kevin, Lucy, Sean...anyone else who helped. And I'm sure there are many many spelling mistakes in here but there is no way in hell I'm going to read all this over, I think I'm finally over Kurt. I just hope I am I hate panic attacks.
More later.
More later.