Someday my name and hers are going to be the same...
well my parents r total bitches... no south street for me... and i figure that im gonna b stuck with em forever until im dead cause when they die, theyre gonna haunt me... and when im dead, well all b 2gether again... forever... which is more permanant... ahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg no!!!!!!!!!!!!! and we didnt get the report done
good side 2 2day... i liked lookin out over the bridge... and seein the manor brought back memories... both happy and sad ones... cause ive spent like my whole life there... ever since i was like 3 hes lived in the home... i remember gettin candy every time i visited.... that was until he moved into assisted living... then there was no more candy... cause that was after the first stroke... and after that he could never really talk rite and he had a problem with his hand... and as the yrs went by, the hand thing got worse and he ended up not being able to say ne thing, including like simple words like yes or no... and between then there was like 1 or 2 more strokes... after the last stroke, he never went back to the manor... he spent his last days in the hospital... with strange ppl and not being able to say ne thing or move his one hand or ne thing else... yeah we visited him a lot there... but my mom visited him the most... especially when the doctors told her that he wasnt gonna make it much longer... she stayed with him until early the next day... even after she had my dad come pick me up... (i didnt kno he was gonna b gone... i just thought i would b comin back the next day cause thats wut i was told... even tho my mom knew i wouldnt b) but i remember him being really pale and fragile looking... and how the doctors stopped giving him meds cause they said it wouldnt do ne good ne more so he was in pain up until the moment he died and how he wasnt able to say goodbye to me cause he couldnt talk... and how we went back to the manor after he died to collect his stuff... and at the funeral where i looked in the coffin and he looked really peaceful and pale and cold looking... and ill always remember going in there... and exactly where i was going... and in the spring there would b flowers in the gardens... and it would look so pretty out there and it would b sunny in the tv room... yeah... going every saturday from like 1030-1130... when i lived it, i thought they were the most boring times of my life, but now looking back on them, they werent that bad...
well i g2g cause im feelin really sick, but for different reasons that are unknown to me... bye bye lancastor 2morrow with the parents... blahness!!!!!!!!!! wish me luck... hopefully no fights... cheesus i hope...
good side 2 2day... i liked lookin out over the bridge... and seein the manor brought back memories... both happy and sad ones... cause ive spent like my whole life there... ever since i was like 3 hes lived in the home... i remember gettin candy every time i visited.... that was until he moved into assisted living... then there was no more candy... cause that was after the first stroke... and after that he could never really talk rite and he had a problem with his hand... and as the yrs went by, the hand thing got worse and he ended up not being able to say ne thing, including like simple words like yes or no... and between then there was like 1 or 2 more strokes... after the last stroke, he never went back to the manor... he spent his last days in the hospital... with strange ppl and not being able to say ne thing or move his one hand or ne thing else... yeah we visited him a lot there... but my mom visited him the most... especially when the doctors told her that he wasnt gonna make it much longer... she stayed with him until early the next day... even after she had my dad come pick me up... (i didnt kno he was gonna b gone... i just thought i would b comin back the next day cause thats wut i was told... even tho my mom knew i wouldnt b) but i remember him being really pale and fragile looking... and how the doctors stopped giving him meds cause they said it wouldnt do ne good ne more so he was in pain up until the moment he died and how he wasnt able to say goodbye to me cause he couldnt talk... and how we went back to the manor after he died to collect his stuff... and at the funeral where i looked in the coffin and he looked really peaceful and pale and cold looking... and ill always remember going in there... and exactly where i was going... and in the spring there would b flowers in the gardens... and it would look so pretty out there and it would b sunny in the tv room... yeah... going every saturday from like 1030-1130... when i lived it, i thought they were the most boring times of my life, but now looking back on them, they werent that bad...
well i g2g cause im feelin really sick, but for different reasons that are unknown to me... bye bye lancastor 2morrow with the parents... blahness!!!!!!!!!! wish me luck... hopefully no fights... cheesus i hope...