I am soo pissed off right now..
life is getting rougher.
I used to live in York back when I was about three, and when I was four we moved to
Ebensburg. Ugh. I hate it here.
All the people in this town do is talk s**t about each other..
especially my Aunt
Ugh.
Aunt Debbie. I never knew the devil really existed,
but she does.
And she had a giant a** and curly hair.
She talks s**t about her own relatives and family, like,
seriously...who does that kind of s**t?
And on Thursday I left to go visit my new cousins.
My other aunt, who lives around Philly, is actually NICE.
I lovehersomuch.
We rarely get to see her though.
But she had twin boys, and gawsh, they're adorable.
And my dad is a vet.
And a smoker.
And all he does is b***h about how tough his job is and how
he hates work, but he spends all day at his goddamn office.
He didn't even come to North Carolina with us last summer.
Though it doesn't bother me. I don't WANT him on our trips.
He's just like Aunt Debbie.
Ugh.
Probably because she's his sister.
And while we visited my aunt and her babies, we went to
see my Granddad on Sunday.
They moved him to a veterans hospital now..
and when we went in his room he was asleep..
but I thought he was dead, for a moment.
Thank god I heard him snoring.
Relief.
He's so bad..he couldn't even move and could barely talk.
I feel guilty because I didn't talk to him, my brother and sister didn't either.
But if I tried I would've started crying.
So I didn't.
I just smiled and waved to him.
And when we left and all said goodbye, my sister..
Poor Kristin. She clung to mom and cried..
And we got back just today.
We're all still in a shitty mood because of Granddad..
and to make things worse, my pap is here.
Bitching and moaning about a headache or something,
when all he does is say 'Oh I guess your dad is allooot worse than me Cuppy."
I mean, I used to love my pap.
But he's just..rubbing that s**t in my mom's face..
it's hard enough for her, with her ataxia.
I wish everyone would just ******** off, and leave my mom and Granddad alone.
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