I need some Thanksgiving goodness
Oh life....
Grandpa's back in the hospital. His time on this earth will probably be comming to an end soon. It might not be from this visit to the hospital, but it's bound to happen at some point. Honestly, even with two or three years of him going back and forth from home to the hospital, I don't think I'll ever be ready for it. Can you ever be ready to handle death?
There are some things I wish I could write on here, but I can't.
And then there's Dance Production class. I am so glad that after tuesday night I don't have to worry about much for that class. That thrills me to no end! I'm so angry and frustrated with the whole thing. I can come into that class having the best day and by the time I leave I just want to punch everyone that looks at me weird. It's not healthy and it's not good. I don't like who I become in that class. It's gotten to the point where I really don't talk as much as I normally do because half the things that go through my mind shouldn't be uttered. I want it to be over so I don't have to be the monster I become in that class anymore.
The light at the end of the tunnel is near. I can see it and almost touch it, but those last few steps to it are probably the most dangerous that I've taken yet this semester. Keep me in your prayers, I will really need them until I leave Wednesday night (a week and a half from now) for Thanksgiving.
Grandpa's back in the hospital. His time on this earth will probably be comming to an end soon. It might not be from this visit to the hospital, but it's bound to happen at some point. Honestly, even with two or three years of him going back and forth from home to the hospital, I don't think I'll ever be ready for it. Can you ever be ready to handle death?
There are some things I wish I could write on here, but I can't.
And then there's Dance Production class. I am so glad that after tuesday night I don't have to worry about much for that class. That thrills me to no end! I'm so angry and frustrated with the whole thing. I can come into that class having the best day and by the time I leave I just want to punch everyone that looks at me weird. It's not healthy and it's not good. I don't like who I become in that class. It's gotten to the point where I really don't talk as much as I normally do because half the things that go through my mind shouldn't be uttered. I want it to be over so I don't have to be the monster I become in that class anymore.
The light at the end of the tunnel is near. I can see it and almost touch it, but those last few steps to it are probably the most dangerous that I've taken yet this semester. Keep me in your prayers, I will really need them until I leave Wednesday night (a week and a half from now) for Thanksgiving.