I'm gonna speak about this just cuz, if I can talk about my life the internet (not really it's just nonsense) I can talk about death
Okay so last year my grandfather died and we had like a week to say our goodbyes, we would constantly get on more than an hour ride there and more than an hour ride back home which was at midnight, it didn't mind, it let me off school
So he (grandfather) was in a fancy coffin in like a large lounge area, we had to spray ourselves with holy water and, it's like a Maori thing, I don't know what it is but we out our foreheads together, some shit
Oh yeah, I'm Maori, I'm from New Zealand and whatever
And some shit, lets go back to the start, it was waaaayyyyy before only like a week, we got news that he was sick and he might not live, so we visited and said our goodbyes, again and again for the whole week but after school, then later he died, my mom woke me up at like 10:00 at night and told me he died, I didn't know how to react, I just didn't feel anything and I think it was just cuz I didn't know him all that well
And I didn't, and I didn't feel anything at all, I didn't feel bad for my family, I didn't feel bad for him, I just didn't do anything, I liked the food and I thought It was just a vacation
Is that bad, am I a bad person?
Honestly I don't know
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De TodoWARNING THIS HAS SWEARING! This is a book about me and my life and basically what I'm thinking you may discover I'm absolutely crazy or I may be shit at writing things Anyway enjoy and please no judge my cold and dead heart can't take anymore
