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I'm too lazy to do my homework right now. Screw algebra.
I kind of feel bad for not doing it, but I'm just to tired and not in the mood. I don't know why. But for some reason I'm just sad...or pissed off...or something. I don't know.
I don't think my family realizes just how badly all of this stuff with Grandfather affects me. I had another one of those stupid optical migranes again a few days ago. God, it hurt like hell. Those are stress induced.
Have you ever felt like your in the middle of a room full of doomed people and you're screaming at the top of your lungs what they need to live and they're ignoring you?
That's what I feel like.
I've been ranting to my dad and his siblings and my mom that Grandfather NEEDS to go to a nursing home.
No one's listening.
I know I'm right.
I mean, how can letting him live in a house be good if he can never remember anything? He can't even cook for himself for God's sake. That's what I call DEPENDENT. Oy.
I don't know. I just feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. This should not be my problem, but it suddenly is. I've been cursed with this thing called a maternal instinct, and it's screaming at me to do something now. But I can't. Because the people who I should be helping can't see the forest for the trees.
I kind of feel bad for not doing it, but I'm just to tired and not in the mood. I don't know why. But for some reason I'm just sad...or pissed off...or something. I don't know.
I don't think my family realizes just how badly all of this stuff with Grandfather affects me. I had another one of those stupid optical migranes again a few days ago. God, it hurt like hell. Those are stress induced.
Have you ever felt like your in the middle of a room full of doomed people and you're screaming at the top of your lungs what they need to live and they're ignoring you?
That's what I feel like.
I've been ranting to my dad and his siblings and my mom that Grandfather NEEDS to go to a nursing home.
No one's listening.
I know I'm right.
I mean, how can letting him live in a house be good if he can never remember anything? He can't even cook for himself for God's sake. That's what I call DEPENDENT. Oy.
I don't know. I just feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. This should not be my problem, but it suddenly is. I've been cursed with this thing called a maternal instinct, and it's screaming at me to do something now. But I can't. Because the people who I should be helping can't see the forest for the trees.