Today marks the day where my dad's grandmom, aka my great grandmother, had died. She specifically died somewhere at 6:30 AM, and as of me typing this, paramedics are here for confirmation of her death.
And yet, here I am, unfazed by this, while my father and uncles and aunts were in tears. Not bawling, but in tears. I don't know why I'm not in tears, crying my eyes out. It could be because I was too used to this ordeal like last year, but it could also be because I just don't care. Or possibly even both, I don't know.
But this was sad news nonetheless, and here, I shall stop typing.
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My Own MB Book, I Guess
عشوائيSince no one gives two fucks on reading my MB, may as well make a book and profit reads from it.
