Just found out that my grandpa has been hospitalized with pneumonia and something else with his heart. As usual I'm getting the news through text from my sister. Can people call people anymore????
I just have a huge lump in my throat and want to go home.
He's totally given up since my grandma's diagnosis and her passing away. You can see it. He's lost without her.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
I know. I hate that he's lonely without her. Its just hard, this is all happening in such a short time period. Her funeral was a week ago.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
My fvcking roommate went out last night to a concert and drank too much. He came home at like 11:45 last night and rang the doorbell with his cousin for whatever reason, waking me up. I get home today and go to do laundry, but his bed sheets are in the washer....no big deal, I put them in the dryer and start it. Come to find out that they were in there because he puked on them and put them into wash, apparently without cleaning them in any way before hand. Now there is puke in the bottom of MY washer and MY dryer.
We're having the move out talk when he gets home, I am tired of this shit.
"What you really fear is inside yourself. You fear your own power.
You fear your own anger, the drive to do great and terrible things."
The Warmonger
Having to buckle down my own emotions when someone else goes off on me. Just because their dissatisfied with life they think they can use me as a target?
Last thing I wanted to be is the rational one, but alas I play that part so well.
I don't even know what I wanted to do as an alternative... shout, tear something up... what? I'm so used to swallowing anger I don't even know how to show it.
"The weakest soul, knowing its own weakness, and believing this truth that strength can only be developed by effort and practice, will, thus believing, at once begin to exert itself, and, adding effort to effort, patience to patience, and strength to strength, will never cease to develop, and will at last grow divinely strong."
- James Allen
i'm sorry about your loss. i've lost all my grandparents and a couple years ago both my grandfathers died within a week of each other. it was so hard and painful and my life really hit a crossroad. i was pretty depressed. but it gets easier and things get better. ::hugs babe::
baby ya hustle. but me i hustle harder.
that's pretty nasty.
i'm annoyed with snobby hippies who have a superiority complex because they recycle and believe in peace or whatever.
baby ya hustle. but me i hustle harder.
I think I got this rash on my back from the tanning bed at my gym but now I don't know. Its getting worse, spreading to my sides and HURTS. I just don't feel good at all today and I think its because of it. My throat feels all swollen and I feel just pukey. I don't know if its an allergic reaction to something or what.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
I turned down ANOTHER job possibility just because I live in the wrong part of the island. ****ing crap... I wish I'd found something already. Crap crap crap...
I wazzzz here
I'm becoming a fat cow... I hear those donuts call me from another room... I can imagine food talking to me and smiling to me. I'm becoming a food psycho. And I'm not even on a diet. That's creepy,very creepy.
Why there is no 'hungry' mood to choose on LF? Because I'm hungry...
Last edited by Petit Papillon; 18-03-10 at 06:47 AM.
I wazzzz here