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a week ago today my mom me and my sister rushed to my aunts house at 10:30, only to realize that my last image of her would be on a stretcher in a green bag. it's burned into my mind, and it's all i can think about... still. i hate the image in my head... with the stairs...
damnit i don't feel like talking anymore. this might be my last journal entry. i just haven't felt like going out or going online... damnit, i don't even like talking to people. all i'm concerned about is my family and as of late that's all i care about.
later.
damnit i don't feel like talking anymore. this might be my last journal entry. i just haven't felt like going out or going online... damnit, i don't even like talking to people. all i'm concerned about is my family and as of late that's all i care about.
later.