Dear Diary...
My dad just told me my grandma, from my moms side, is MIA (Missing In Action)
& he heard that from my aunt, my moms sister—
Uuuuummmmm—
Grandma pls come back—
Pls?
Wtf happened?!
Pls wtf?!
GRANDMA NNNNNOOOOO—
WTF DOES HE MEAN?!
MISSING IN ACTION?!
GRANDMA WHERE TF ARE YOU?!
WTF HAPPENED TO HER?!
Istfg I need answers & my dad doesn't have them—
AaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaA—
I'm not handling this well, mentally
He never said that she was dead, but she's sure as hell missing—
No wonder she hasn't contacted my family in a yr—
She'd usually try to contact my dad every once in a while when she's got some free time—
But like—
Damn it she better not be dead!
My dad only said that my grandma is MIA & had moved on from the subject.
But like?
I can't just move on from one subject to another just like that!
Not when it's something as important as that!
God damn it I'm trying to not let my lips quiver or my eyes tear up cuz damn it i don't wanna cry in front of my dad—
But—
I just—
I dunno—
This is just sort of the first time someone I care about might—
Idk—
That I might not actually get to talk to or see again—
Sincerely, K
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Dear Diary
Fiction généraleDaily rants & vents from the perspective of a queer Gen Z teen who was cursed by being born in the 21st century [[Authors note: Tries to upload once every few days]]
