I JUST WANT TO SHOOT MYSELF IN THE FOOT, I DON’T WANT TO WRITE THIS ESSAY TOMORROW.
How the hell am I suppose to concentrate and study if my grandma, the woman who raised me, the woman I consider as my mother, the most important parental figure in my life, is going to go through surgery (note: she’s a smoker)… my grandpa, her husband, who’s older, who also raised me, who’s had a cough for many months now, the second most important parental figure in my life is sick.
After living most of my life with them, I had to come back to Canada 6 years ago without them.. In short, I haven’t seen them for 6 years now. The last time I spoke to them was New Years, they called and said Happy New Year, stay safe, and to stay strong. That’s it, that’s all because the stupid phone card had no more minutes.
Now, I’m going to sit in my closet because my mom and her boyfriend are being loud as fuck, to study and cry.
Fuck.
You know what? Our friendship level just decreased by like 2 levels, so right now you are simply an acquaintance.
Decisions, decisions.
I’ve made up my mind, but there is always that one thing that ruins my perfectly drawn out plan.
