tw // vent, mentions of death.
having someone you’ve spent your entire life with dying is absolutely crippling. like my grandad’s always been someone i can lean on, he’s been my best friend ever since i knew what it meant. i never had any siblings until my brother was born a few years ago, and i’ve also never had very many friends, but that never bothered me really because i always knew i was never alone. my grandad’s been my rock, and always has been. my favourite thing to do when i was little was being able to stay up and watch doctor who with him, or any kind of marvel movie. i’ve lived with him since i was born, and mum and i only just moved out this year with my baby brother and step-dad and knowing he’s not just a door away has been hard enough.
i don’t know what i’ll do without him, and this feeling is absolutely terrifying.
i’m also not a very touchy-feely person, so posting this is kind of hard for me, but keeping this in is too much to the point i can barely sleep, and i just can’t work up the courage to talk to anyone about it.