Dying
Have you ever felt like you were dying inside? I feel like that now.
My grandmother is getting rid of her other daschund, Teddy. He's two years old.
I want my grandmother to die. She is...no longer my grandmother. I want nothing from her anymore. I want her to cancel my bank account. I want nothing to do with her. I will go during the day and take her dog, and she will never hear from him or I again.
Every easter, something goes wrong, so I'm not surprised.
I am kind of shocked she's getting rid of her "precious darling teddy-bear"
I'm over it now though. I'm over her. I'm over them. My grandfather has no balls, and this is over. She thinks she can do whatever she wants. What's going to happen, is she's going to end up alone.
I hope that as she lays on her deathbed, all the bad things that she's done in her life come flashing back. That when she see's her life flash before her eyes, she feels a deep guilt.
I know she'll never change, and I'm not going to bother trying to love her anymore. I have no love for this woman. She is a horrid creature. If I believed in heaven or hell, I'd say she was the spawn of Satan.
She won't even get better. She's a sick, twisted cunt and she is worthless.