in less than the time it took for mary wash to discharge him, my grandpa has already collapsed in a sweaty convulsing mess on the living room floor.
is it possible to be exhausted six hours in after two weeks of not having to take care of dying people, is that possible?
its like two am and i have school and my anniversary tomorrow, id like to not be up all night.
i give up on being the guardian angel man, i gave up a while ago, im so tired of this. i dont want to live in this house, i dont want to play hospice nurse. grandmas already had to move out and at this rate wee isnt going to be able to live here anymore either. and then what? i get possession of a house rotted full of holes and infested with everything under the sun?? ive had to babysit this house and all these animals for two weeks without anyone else and im rlly starting to hate my own childhood home lmaooo
sometimes i really just want to be selfish and pack my things and leave. just. go somewhere. just go somewhere and get my license and a job that isnt two hours away because there isnt anywhere closer to work and to live in a house with central heating and no wolf spiders. i want a house i can bring my girl into, not one i want to break down if only to get out.
sorry 4 the two am rants im just
not in a good way 2night i guess
but hey shout out 2 my girl
because its our anniversary as of midnight (10/30)
im telling u that girls the only thing thats keeping me sane anymore tbh*UPDATE*
wee is going back to the VA hospital in richmond. im alone again.