So I feel like writting something. I'm home in Missouri and my father is on his death bed. Well his body is at least, he comes and go. A few minutes ago he tried to get up and speak with my aunt grandmother and I, but couldn't manage to. When words are too painful to speak, groans are how the spirit talk to the spirit.

Everyone asks me if there's anything they can do. And everyone offers a ear the problem is there are no words. I can't talk about it, it's not that I don't have things to say, it's that they won't help. Words fall so sort, plus I don't feel like saying things like life isn't fair, and why me. I know why, I know life isn't fair. The thing is I think ( Read more... )

I'm back from Missouri. My dad is doing better, but he probably only has about 3 weeks or so.

So turns out I'm flying home tomorrow.

My father's dying I think, so I may have to fly back to missouri to see him.

I just got this:


( Read more... )

I've got a new cat. He's white, 8 months old.

Anyone know of someone that needs to give a cat away?

So I have a class at 9:10 and I also like sleeping enough to be able to wake up to go to class, but I have room mates that are loud, and that don't sleep during the normal night time sleeping hours, they sleep during the morning, and then the afternoon, leaving me to try and get to sleep while their social life is just beganing. Also point of ( Read more... )

Thank you Rosa Parks.