I really want to be at GMU or GWU. Mostly GWU because it's awesome. But I'm really regretting leaving right now.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
I am stupid. So, so stupid. I figured out why I hated Mason so much. I hadn't let go of everyone back home and couldn't enjoy myself because I missed everyone too much. But now I HAVE let go of everyone from here. I barely talk to them anymore. I mean obviously there were some aspects of Mason that I hated, some people that really annoyed me, but I'm going to find that at any school.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
I really need school to start because I'm getting sick of everything and everyone. I got to Boston last night and was all set to see Honest Thomas and chill at Kevin's apartment for the night considering they're all moving to San Francisco on Tuesday, but 30 minutes after I met up with Kev and got to the show and everything I went back to NH to go to the hospital, because OH HEY my grandpa is there and apparently dying because he had a massive heart attack. No one told me this because they didn't want to "worry me" (I know their intentions are good but COME ON) until recently but apparently he was put in the hospital a couple weeks ago and only had 24 hours to live.
What.
If anyone knows me, they know that my grandparents are the most important people in my life. They are the only people in my life who have ever loved me unconditionally, supported me, and have actually been there for me. If and when something ever happens to them, I will be completely crushed. I mean, I know everyone dies and all that jazz, but I don't even know if I could handle that. They are more parents to me than my parents ever could be. So for my family to not even notify me that he only had 24 hours to live FOR OVER 2 WEEKS is pretty fucking ridiculous. Had they told me as soon as they had this information, I would have stopped whatever the hell I was doing and made my way to NH to see him immediately. Luckily, he made it through and is still living, but he's waiting to have triple bypass surgery.
I don't even know what to do. I'm being a negative Nancy, but I'm upset and don't have anyone to talk to anymore because I stopped trusting everyone around me and I find that everyone I try to be friends with are completely unreliable. If I make the effort to contact someone, can't they take like 5 seconds out of their day to pick up a phone? not that difficult.
I'm definitely overreacting right now, but I guess that's just the mood I'm in. I'll eventually be positive again, once this is all over and done with.
What.
If anyone knows me, they know that my grandparents are the most important people in my life. They are the only people in my life who have ever loved me unconditionally, supported me, and have actually been there for me. If and when something ever happens to them, I will be completely crushed. I mean, I know everyone dies and all that jazz, but I don't even know if I could handle that. They are more parents to me than my parents ever could be. So for my family to not even notify me that he only had 24 hours to live FOR OVER 2 WEEKS is pretty fucking ridiculous. Had they told me as soon as they had this information, I would have stopped whatever the hell I was doing and made my way to NH to see him immediately. Luckily, he made it through and is still living, but he's waiting to have triple bypass surgery.
I don't even know what to do. I'm being a negative Nancy, but I'm upset and don't have anyone to talk to anymore because I stopped trusting everyone around me and I find that everyone I try to be friends with are completely unreliable. If I make the effort to contact someone, can't they take like 5 seconds out of their day to pick up a phone? not that difficult.
I'm definitely overreacting right now, but I guess that's just the mood I'm in. I'll eventually be positive again, once this is all over and done with.
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