the family life.
my grandmother is 92. she just went into "a home" a week ago. she's completely incabable of taking care of herself, and she's bitter as hell. the recent loss of her independence has skyrocketed her malicious intent. she's shitting bricks which she is then hurling at my mother(who is INSANE, regardless)
my mother has developed an addiction to pain killers. she has a massive tylenol extra strength bottle that she's clutching at all times.
she also has taken to sleeping essentially ALL THE TIME.
today she accused me of "blaming her" for it raining outside.
no wonder i was a maniac when i lived at home.
at dinner my mother asked me if i wanted anything else to drink. i said "orange juice?" she said "sure!" and got up to get it, i said "i'll get it!" and she said "no, no, no, i'll get it" and then i felt very uneasy when i drank it.
it's sad when you have to worry that your mother is trying to drug you with juice.
but at least she has a nice house that she lives in alone, and a fancy grill for when people are pretending to be her friends, 500 channels that she doesn't watch, and a dog that she doesn't walk herself.
she says she loves her "american dream" life, but i think she would kill herself if she wasn't a christian.
she's downstairs, and she's wearing an APRON.
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next tragedy:
i think this morning may have been the last time i ever see jake. i was doing pretty well until the ACTUAL goodbye. he said he'd miss me as we were hugging and i started to cry.
i have had three people that stand out in my life as monumental "before this/after this" life changers. jake was one of them. he will always be that person to me. now he will be that person.. but in BC.
he gave me what could possibly be:
the last peircings
the last haircut
the last painting
last night.
(last)
thanks for everything, jake.
i'll miss you too.
my mother has developed an addiction to pain killers. she has a massive tylenol extra strength bottle that she's clutching at all times.
she also has taken to sleeping essentially ALL THE TIME.
today she accused me of "blaming her" for it raining outside.
no wonder i was a maniac when i lived at home.
at dinner my mother asked me if i wanted anything else to drink. i said "orange juice?" she said "sure!" and got up to get it, i said "i'll get it!" and she said "no, no, no, i'll get it" and then i felt very uneasy when i drank it.
it's sad when you have to worry that your mother is trying to drug you with juice.
but at least she has a nice house that she lives in alone, and a fancy grill for when people are pretending to be her friends, 500 channels that she doesn't watch, and a dog that she doesn't walk herself.
she says she loves her "american dream" life, but i think she would kill herself if she wasn't a christian.
she's downstairs, and she's wearing an APRON.
---------------------
next tragedy:
i think this morning may have been the last time i ever see jake. i was doing pretty well until the ACTUAL goodbye. he said he'd miss me as we were hugging and i started to cry.
i have had three people that stand out in my life as monumental "before this/after this" life changers. jake was one of them. he will always be that person to me. now he will be that person.. but in BC.
he gave me what could possibly be:
the last peircings
the last haircut
the last painting
last night.
(last)
thanks for everything, jake.
i'll miss you too.