I honestly don't know what to do..doctor's have been saying even if my grandpa does manage to get a liver his condition is deteriorating rather quickly so they don't think he would even survive the procedure..I'm trying my best to be supportive to help him around his house but all he wants to do is yell and complain. I haven't slept in going on two weeks now. I have no appetite and all around I just feel dead inside. I sit in the dark try to keep whatever I can bottled up but I'm just losing my grip..
I know it must seem trivial but I'm cracking down the middle. I worry about my friends I worry about my family. And it's gotten to the point where I'm actually typing a journal to try to scrape together what little sanity remains. I don't expect any responses and there is certainly nothing that can be done to help. This is more for me than anyone but if my friends who know about my page do happen upon it and are reading this nauseating drivel I appreciate the support just the same.
On a happier note my dear friends are on their way to a convention. At least I think that is this weekend? And I hope they have a great time as they deserve it more than anyone I know. I love you guys and be sure to take plenty of pictures!
But..ah well back to my depressing BS. I've never been very good at writing..or in this case typing I guess would be more appropriate? Whatever the case may be I'm just not sure what I should do about my current situation. I love my grandpa and really I only want what's best for him and of course I will continue to try my best to help him..but at the same time I don't much care for being treated like an idiotic broken tool. I suppose all I can do for now is continue to tough it out and trust that eventually things may get better. Until next time Journal I'm going to get back to my attempts at art and maybe dig up an old rpg or something.
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