hey, did I say my dad was getting a bit better?
Did I?
What a freakin’ fibber I am.
Damn…
Today they told me that they are gonna move him to palliative care.
Yeah.
Wow.
I can hardly stand to listen to myself, I have turned into such a whiny little wanker.
Yep, that’s how it is.
Well, actually, there are other nasty, ugly, tortured bits, but you might think I was just making crap up because it’s almost Hallowe’en. Dark, twisted painful tales of gut-wrenching sorrow and loneliness.
I’d just like a bit of a break soon.
I don’t think it’s too much to ask.
I’d like things to settle down with my girlfriend, I’d like things to settle down with my family, I would like school to be the only complication in my life.
Can I please have that?
Don’t I deserve that yet?
Spike wrote:
> I can hardly stand to listen to myself, I have turned
> into such a whiny little wanker.
That’s not whining, my love. It’s just telling the truth about a terrible situation. I’m so sorry this is all happening right now…
love
-Elaine
I am sorry about your father, Spike.
Hell no it’s not too much to ask to want to be healthy and happy, and to want the same for the people that you love.
You DO deserve that.
I’m so sorry to hear about your Dad, and I’m so sorry that things are hard for you right now.
hugs, Sheena
In a word, Spike, aaaarrrrgggghhhh.
It’s certainly not too much to want to a reprieve from end to end and overlapping crises and all the emotional whiplash they generate.
I don’t know who grants such requests, so I don’t know if it’s too much to ask or not.
I’m thinking of you in every postive way, Spike. Maybe it’s some small energy contribution to things turning around, and going your way.
*warmth*
Silva