No I'm not okay.

Mar 10, 2010 20:40

Reality is far too stressful.
My grampa who is the most important person ever to me... his life is going to shit and there's nothing anyone can do.
Fuck everything.
No matter what standards you hold for yourself it all ends the same. What the fuck is the point of even trying if it all ends in hellish pain and depression anyway.
He'll be on liquid oxygen for the rest of his life.
That sucks.
Depending on how long it takes to recuperate they might take away his job. That man loves his job. All he has is his job. Without that its over. Elliot (the prez of the company) would get a punch for that.
I don't even care if it scientifically makes sense at this point...I blame the bitch.

I'll be fine. I just have to take everything one day at a time. I have to focus on the people I can have an effect on. I can help my mother. I can cheer up my grampa by calling the hospital. And I can help myself, by trying to balance between homework and fun escapism.

So I'll be okay. This is alot to handle. And this doesn't change the fact it might be moderately helpful if this seltzer water I'm drinking were more than just seltzer water.
I do love lime seltzer water though.
Maybe ice cream would help? But I eat too much I don't need ice cream.

Back off to my pathetic corner of mopeyness.
Love,
Jenn
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