My grandma just died. My dad and mom got notified at 3 in the morning. I never got to meet her. I wish I could've met her. Then I could say wonderful things about her while she's not here. I regret never going to Mexico. I haven't seen my dad cry once and it's. . . I don't know. Seeing him not cry makes me kind of glad because whenever he cries everything else seems to crash down. But I kind of expected him to be sad and seeing him act normal makes me wonder what he truly feels. I know he's sad about his mom dying but he doesn't show it. I also feel really stupid for crying about such little things in my life sometimes when my dad is so tough and resilient. I don't think I deserve to cry about my grandma's passing. I am sad and I feel like sometimes that sadness swallows me whole but I don't think i'm allowed to cry. I never met her, therefore I shouldn't be allowed to cry. My dad has a very big family and only one brother who lives here in America. Everyone says they look alike, just like twins. They're not twins. Even though they aren't twins and they aren't the same, I imagine they feel the same horrible pain. I thought she was going to be okay. I thought she was going to get through it but in the end I have to accept what really happened. 61Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNCEvQ6sP6Z
I'm thinking of just giving up and joining her. That would be nice. I think about giving up all the time. I don't know if I can though. Shit is just really tough right now. If I do give up i'm so sorry. I literally started this blog for nothing lmaoo. I might not be so dw. Anyway go touch some grass. <3
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