Today was pretty grim. I was planning on doing nothing but catching up on my novel/homework, but then my dad told me that we had to go to the hospital because my grandpa had a bad stomachache or something and winded up in the ICU. This has happened quite a few times in the past year alone, and every time we go to visit him I can't help but tearing up when he goes on about how he's probably going to go home to Jesus soon and that he's praying for me. I don't like talking about his mortality, especially when I see him lying there in the hospital bed and in those white sheets. The subject of my eighteenth birthday approaching was brought up, and when my grandma asked me if I was planning to have a party before we left for Hawaii, he started getting really excited and now I feel like I owe it to him to actually have one, even though I hate parties since nobody wants to celebrate my birth lol. I don't know, it just made me even more sad. I already lost one grandpa just two months ago, I don't need my last living grandparent to go.
We went to WinCo after, and then came home. I decided to watch Titanic because I was already sad and I'm on my period besides. So I shut myself up in my room and ~sobbed~. Gets me every time, and Leonardo DiCaprio was such a BABE back in his day. Haha I'm blaming this all on my menstrual cycle. Damn you ovaries!
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