On June 4th, my tata died. I have let myself grieve. I haven't experienced the emotions that I needed and need to. I had to step up from the moment we found him in his bed to right now sitting at my desk at work. I had to make the calls. The first one is was the worst, when I had to say it out loud for the first time. I couldn't do it. My Tio John didn't need me to say it either, he already knew by my sobs. I had to clean out his room by myself. My mom and Tia could bare to look at it. I had to call his doctors cancelling all his appointments and letting them know why. On top of my new responsibilities, I had to take his room. My uncle is sobering up and moving in, but understandably his children did not want his room. I did what I had too. All the while, my brother has been staying at the house and that has been very hard to be civil toward him. He's flawed, in his habit and his personality. Rude and disrespectful, arrogant and narcissistic. He only gets to stay until the funeral which is on the 21. I don't want to go and hear all my fake family cry in remembrance of their lies.
This is what has been going on with me lately. With the bad there has been some good. Rachellynne is finally moving in with me. I think I'm going to start writing again. Not on Wattpad but some fan fiction for my friends. I haven't seen my group of friends in a while, but I know I will soon. When it starts to rain, it pours.
Until next time.
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After Senior Year.
No FicciónJune 30th, 2014. My life has always been a mess. From bullies constantly pushing me to the ground to my family pulling me in so many directions I begin to fall apart. This isn't just about all the terrible things I've dealt with, but also the amazin...
