Here comes the depressing part, so if you do not like depressing stuff I advise you to not read. When I was maybe 11, my great grandma passed away on a Sunday. I was very sad when I heard the news. When I went to the funeral I couldn't believe that my great grandma's funeral was the only funeral that I almost cried at. It's hard to make me cry. Then this is where my life went downhill, my grades started to drop and I didn't do much after the funeral. My life started to get better after awhile until I heard more bad news around a year later. My uncle died and that put me in the same hole I was in. My life is getting better, but two of my cousins are mentally insane.
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My Life 2.0
Non-FictionThis is just about my life, may be a little personal and sad.
