I fucking hate my grandmother. it’s not my or my dad’s fault that you’re fucking 98 years old and miserable, you’ve been a miserable heartless bitch all your life.
also my dad is not doing so well physically, apparently he has a brocken neck.. bone? I have no idea.. anyway, the MRI is scheduled in 4 weeks. what the fuck? I fucking hate hospitals. and he also told me what song he wants to have played on his funeral [no, he is not about to die], so yeah. thanks..
repression repression repression.
oh, well whatchagonnado.