Archive for August, 2008
The beat goes on.
The run down:
1. My mamaw was in the hospital recently.
2. No one decided to tell me.
3. This made me sad, now I’m really depressed.
I keep thinking about how many more times I’m going to have to go through this. First my Grandma Becky, then my Papaw, now my Mamaw? And my mom and sister still haven’t quit smoking. Neither has my uncle Brian… how much more can I take?
I keep hearing “I will, I will.” and “Soon.” or “I’m getting to it.” JUST FUCKING DO IT.
Because my sanity depends on it. I’m dying here and no one notices.

















