death
You know, i used to think death was good, but i think i'm going to change my perspective on things. My mom woke me up around 6:30 or 7, and told me my mayma ( grandma ) died. I didn't cry, because i thought it was just a bad dream. I didn't want to believe it. But anyway, my sister got in the car and got half way to my mayma's when, my cousin lindsay called, asking if i was with her...but, i wasn't. Nope, my sister forgot me. She's too smart to be my sister...i swear it...okay well, then my sister came, woke me up, then we went to her house... I have so many things to remember her by, I loved her so much. She's such an incredible woman. My mom has known her sinse she was 16. I didn't even bother to put on eye make up, when i was just going to cry it off, and i did, i didn't know i had on make up from the night before. Well, then we went to breakfast, didn't get anything though. My cousin, sister and i all went to CVS and Wallgreens...and i threw up. I think it was from Lindsay's child, screaming, and being in the car that made me sick. I just hate the fact that my poor mayma is dead. I don't like to think that my parents will be there one day. Okay, i'm starting to cry from this, so i'm going back to sleep, maybe when i'm enthusiastic enough, i'll update again, don't expect it...
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