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So I have officially decided that I don't believe that "everything happens for a reason". My mother tried to tell me this the other day and I feel that it's all bull shit. It just doesn't justify a death. I'm sorry. And I might go to hell for saying it but it's just what I believe. Things happen. People die. But it doesn't make anything better. I guess I have just been a little pissy about things lately. My bitchy Aunt came down and helped my Nana clean out my Papa's room. Of course she decorated the way she wanted it. Just trying to impress my Nana. But I see right through her. When they cleaned out his room everybody got something of his but me. Some how I got left out. One of the grandchildren closest to my Papa. I loved him so much and all I would have liked to have was a picture. Or one of his silly little toys he would use to play jokes on us. Just to have it to remember him and the good times I had with him. But no. All my sorry ass cousins got everything. And it seems everytime my Bitch Aunt comes to town she redecorates a room and has every picture of every person in my God forsaken family but my sister and I. It pisses me off. What does she have against us? I personally feel she can go to hell. Nobody gives a damn about her anyway. Sorry for being so terrible, but all of this stuff has just been going through my head. I'm just done with it.