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In the past three weeks I have managed to:
1) have an aunt die
2) have an uncle die
3) and have my stepfather (who is more my dad than my real dad) diagnosed with the early stages of Parkinson's. And he's getting worse.
Tell me, how the fuck am I supposed to smile? I am losing sleep, but still Spike--ahhh, yes, Tann, My. Boy. Friend. is being supportive and trying to help or rather, soothe me through this.
I am not happy.
My mind is a cavalcade of sorrow. I am too faraway to be of any use and I don't have the money to be of any use.
Sorry. I am up late for a change, I justed wanted to vent. |
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