A restless night for me, draining my life with music, and playing video games. It's only a pass time to numb the pain. I feel like any inoculated second could break me. I question what the meaning of this world is and why people die, but that's a transparent question. The only true answers lie within the figure of death itself. Some believe in Gods, others Believe in Reapers, some just don't believe in anything. I'm skeptical on it all. I guess this death has clouded my thoughts and feelings. But the only thing I know is that when he died, something in me snapped. It's hard for me to care. I feel pain, but can't express it. I love, but can't feel happy. Is this grief, or something else. Maybe I've officially snapped who knows. Maybe I looked for a happy ending for way too long, and now I'm what I was meant to be. A weird screw up kid.
-Memory- I remember holding my grandpas hand while I watched his chest rise and fall, my brother and mother cried yet I sat there emotionless. I felt sad, happy, yet lonely all at the same time. There was a hole in my heart that feels like it will never be filled
Goodbye for now reader.
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Cancer
Non-FictionThis is a journal for those who want to read it, my grandpa passed away and the story describes how I'm dealing with it.
