Firday night I found out my grandmother died, but I already knew she did for some reason, The way they were acting and stuff, I already knew she did. But I hadn't spoken to her in a month or so, so...unless this is some kind of sick joke, I had already sort of thought as her dead, she was barely moving in the hospital, and she didn't talk...so I cried out of anger, because it's not fair my parents make me understand them (and go to the funeral) and yet they don't understand me, and they don't feel they have to understand me! They just ignore everything I say and say'Family has to stick together' and stuff, when they don't care about how I felt about it! From all the family dying, I think I've been trying to strive a bit for my writing, instead of waiting for my families approval.
 coldeyedflames · Sat Oct 01, 2005 @ 02:34pm · 6 Comments |
