It's late.
I think dad might just lose his life to the bottle before grandpa goes due to old age. I just don't know what to do anymore. I've tried, and maybe I'm just sick of playing mommy to everyone at my parents' house, it just doesn't seem right or fair. On one hand, they all shouldn't be one clumped-together responsibility, and I have so much on my plate right now it's stupid to try and take anymore, but on another, they're family. They need help. Just. It just gets harder.
Life has been difficult as usual. Work is crappy, car is giving me shit, and there seems to be so many unresolved issues just so stirred up in the air that I'm choking on them. Just can't get a breath. And I'm not sure if I want to either.
Devan is gone. Just gone. 7 months now.
I wish I could erase my memory. That would be nice. It's like you can't get away from some things, no matter how fast you run, how much you grow, or how hard you try. It's all one big futile attempt.
Good thing it's all optional.
Life has been difficult as usual. Work is crappy, car is giving me shit, and there seems to be so many unresolved issues just so stirred up in the air that I'm choking on them. Just can't get a breath. And I'm not sure if I want to either.
Devan is gone. Just gone. 7 months now.
I wish I could erase my memory. That would be nice. It's like you can't get away from some things, no matter how fast you run, how much you grow, or how hard you try. It's all one big futile attempt.
Good thing it's all optional.