hey readers. its me... um so some of you have been asking me when i was going to update my work...and I really don't know...
You see the thing is that last year on Christmas day I lost my grandpa. I'll save you the sob stry of how my biological fther left me and my mom when I was very young and all the drama of finding, seeing, and hearing insult my mom then telling him Ididn't want to see him any more.
My grandpa was that classic Michegin red neck. He had seen every episode of Banaza, but stillwatched them every day. He watched NASCAR all the time. Grew up on a farm in Michegin. Now I'm not making fun of red necks, but my granda was the biggest red neck I have meet in my 17 years of life on this Earth.
Now, grandpa was an ex-alcholholic and drug addict. The alchol scarred his liver from years of heavy drinking,and the drugs gave him Hep C. In later 2012 he was dionosed with liver cancer. He had to take a bunch of medications for dibeties, nd other problems I can't remember.
On Christmas we got a call from Good Samirtain Hospital. My grandpa's kidneys we failing and probby wouldn't mke it through the day. At 6 p.m 61 year old Royal B. Wright passed on.
I was vey close to my grandpa... he was the father i didn't have untill my stepdad came into the picture.
So, yeah. I've been going through that. And a small form of depression. I'll be happy one second then, I don't know I just get sad and I feel like crying.
So, since the one year mark is closing in on me, I'm going to be trying to keep myself destracted by writing, but if I go dark like I have agin, you know why. No, I have not had any suicidal thoughts or actions upon myself, I'm just an emo. (the noncutting type. The ones who wear dark clothes with dark makeup and listen to darker sounding music. We are not like gothes who are depressed all the time. Some of us, myself incuded, are vey out going, but we are still emo. Its who we are. Its like gayness)
Anyways, I'm not asking you to pitty me. All I'm asking is for to be patient with me.
Thank you for taking your time to listen to my dribble. I know some parts I could have left out, but to late now. Love you all.
