Okay, now i'm depressed. My dad came home with hot chocolate and donuts as if that would make everything so much better. And he told my little sister, because I was instructed not to. And she started crying, and I started crying. And he kept telling us why we shouldn't be very sad cuz he's had a great life, and so on... My sister and I reminisced a bit. Then he told us we had a busy day and lots of things to do. He was practically saying, "no time to grieve, we've got better things to do!" He didn't show much emotion since it's my mum's dad.. But still..
What is the meaning behind this "tat" stuff, anyways?
Nickname from camp, shortened from "tzatziki". Everyone just calls me that now
just a phase wrote:these teenagers got into a fight and started throwing stuff around and somehow one of them slipped and cut his head on the garbage can. then one of them threw a pop at him but missed and it hit the window of the play place. so i spent half an hour cleaning up pop, ketchup, sweet n sour sauce and blood. yay.
wow, that sounds like my friends. we've been banned from McDonalds for life about 5 or 6 times now
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Okay, now i'm confused... Everyone in my family (except my mum, who's actually at the hospital) is just doing chores, radio blaring, smiling, seemingly oblivious to the fact that my grandpa is going to die today. There's definitely something wrong with that...
I get to watch a parade today!! The Candy Will Be Mine!!
Me too Jonathan! It was...uh...fun.
Did they know your grandpa very well? And...if so, are they young? I remember when my grandma died, I was six, I didn't shed a tear. I feel bad now of course...but young kids are stupid.
On that note...MY SIBLINGS PISS ME OFF TO HIGH HEAVEN!
Joey wrote:It's storming here It's dark and crappy out
it's storming here??
*looks outside*
Doesn't look like it is... mind you when you posted that i was sleeping
I can't wait until the day schools are over-funded and the military is forced to hold bake sales to buy planes.
"It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about"
Badass Cass wrote:Did they know your grandpa very well? And...if so, are they young? I remember when my grandma died, I was six, I didn't shed a tear. I feel bad now of course...but young kids are stupid.
On that note...MY SIBLINGS PISS ME OFF TO HIGH HEAVEN!
Well my sister is only 11, but she was crying a lot before when she found out this morning (as was I)... She's usually pretty emotional. But now she's just happily doing various things around the house. My dad seems pretty bent on not letting us get too down about it and keeping us busy. And we see my grandparents a lot, so it's not like we don't know them well.
i have been holding that inside for a long time.....
you have to, you just have to trust me
whoever i was then i can't ever be again
the faith you've found i've never felt
the terror held in wedding bells
the comfort in "there's no one else"
the truth be told, i'm never going to know
The girl I am in love with promised me a phone call. She's 25 hours and 35 minutes late. I think she needs to call me now before I flip out.
My parents decided they want to get a divorce. Now that they've chosen that, they take rotations at screaming at me. If I were a little less mentally stable right now, either they would be dead or I would. I can't stand them anymore. I want to move out.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.