November 2011
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my uncle died on monday, and i feel bad that i don’t feel worse.
i mean, i feel bad for my grandma. first my dad dies, and then two years later my uncle. no woman ever expects to survive her children, and here she is, having beaten two of them.
i stayed home from work today. i don’t know if it’s because i’m sad i’m not sad, but i feel like crap.
oh, and i broke my...