It's right there.. See it?
Let's just say that my home life has driven me to the point where I've called my grandma and left a message asking if I can come over tomarrow to see her.
I think if there is anything in my heart that wants to be a better person and do the right thing, the first thing that I know in my heart I have to do right now is seek the advice of my Grams. Concidering that she actually should have a large part in the situation, I wouldn't even be in that apartment if it wasn't for her.
The house is just stressing me out. I'm practically bald. Oh yes. That's right. I want to cry each time I look in the mirror and reach for my bandana (don't get me wrong.. I'm cute as shit with it on...) because I'm 23, 24 in a month, and my grandma has more hair than I do. More than enough if you ask me. FORK IT OVER, GRAMS! YOUR ONLY GRAND-DAUGHTER NEEDS A NEW HEAD OF HAIR! WOOOOO YOOOOO!
*sigh*
I'm getting that feeling again, that's why I know that a trip to grandma's house is going to stop the part of me that just wants to run. JUST FUCKING RUN. right in its path.
but it's all i want to do. i'm in too deep and it feels so much better to run away from it all as fast as i can. run run run.
But is that the woman, or even the human being for that matter, that I want me to be for my daughter? Would she want me to? Well, fucking of course not. I don't want me to.
Must talk to Grams. I can't believe I'm doing what I know is right. Trust me, Meg. Never in a tra-zillion years would you EVER EVER EVER think this is the correct course of action.... but now.
NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW.
Is it lame that my own grandma hasn't returned my call... wasn't sitting by the phone for someone to take a chance on an old person. hahaha, I'm such an asshole sometimes.. hahaha, fine. old people are cool. Probably cooler than I am.
.... and it's just my luck that the one night that my grandma hasn't reserved to damn all her daughters & grandchildren for not calling, I CALL. AND SHE'S NOT THERE TO PROCLAIM, "I ALWAYS LOVED YOU BEST..." Okay, I'm just getting carried away now.. hahahahahaha.
Smoke break. Take your time, Meg... No, dude *shoves* seriously. Take a couple laps.
I think if there is anything in my heart that wants to be a better person and do the right thing, the first thing that I know in my heart I have to do right now is seek the advice of my Grams. Concidering that she actually should have a large part in the situation, I wouldn't even be in that apartment if it wasn't for her.
The house is just stressing me out. I'm practically bald. Oh yes. That's right. I want to cry each time I look in the mirror and reach for my bandana (don't get me wrong.. I'm cute as shit with it on...) because I'm 23, 24 in a month, and my grandma has more hair than I do. More than enough if you ask me. FORK IT OVER, GRAMS! YOUR ONLY GRAND-DAUGHTER NEEDS A NEW HEAD OF HAIR! WOOOOO YOOOOO!
*sigh*
I'm getting that feeling again, that's why I know that a trip to grandma's house is going to stop the part of me that just wants to run. JUST FUCKING RUN. right in its path.
but it's all i want to do. i'm in too deep and it feels so much better to run away from it all as fast as i can. run run run.
But is that the woman, or even the human being for that matter, that I want me to be for my daughter? Would she want me to? Well, fucking of course not. I don't want me to.
Must talk to Grams. I can't believe I'm doing what I know is right. Trust me, Meg. Never in a tra-zillion years would you EVER EVER EVER think this is the correct course of action.... but now.
NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW.
Is it lame that my own grandma hasn't returned my call... wasn't sitting by the phone for someone to take a chance on an old person. hahaha, I'm such an asshole sometimes.. hahaha, fine. old people are cool. Probably cooler than I am.
.... and it's just my luck that the one night that my grandma hasn't reserved to damn all her daughters & grandchildren for not calling, I CALL. AND SHE'S NOT THERE TO PROCLAIM, "I ALWAYS LOVED YOU BEST..." Okay, I'm just getting carried away now.. hahahahahaha.
Smoke break. Take your time, Meg... No, dude *shoves* seriously. Take a couple laps.