Writings of a Mad Mind

So my grandma, or the closets thing I've had to one on my mum's side of the family, died the 1st of August. It sucks, it hurts, it breaks my heart and I hate it. She had been quite ill in the last couple of years, and her mind was starting to slip due to senile dementia. She was 86, and would have turned 87 on the 24th if September. Rest In Peace Moster Sonja.

And I just learned that one of my idols, Mr Robin Williams is dead. I've adored that man since I was a little ankle biter, watching 'Mrs Doubtfire', not understanding a word, but finding him funny as hell. You are Free, Geenie, Rest In Peace, Mr Williams, and thank you for the laughter.

I'm sick of this. I'm clocking out for a while, World, so fuck you. Fuck this shit with loosing my favourite people, fuck this shit with being tired and sad.... Fuck this shit. FUCK!!!

I'm still frozen to the core after three cups of steaming tea, my knees hurt, both of my ankles are sprained, I feel like I'm coughing up my lungs every twenty seconds or so, my phone has been stolen and I want to hear my dad's voice telling me that everything is going to be fine and I want a hug from my mum, but it's almost midnight and they live over 40 minutes away by train and then there's an hour by bus before I'm anywhere near their house...

I'm seconds away from tears!