|Current mood:|| numb|
My Grandma died. She's not really dead, is she? I can't comprehend how she's already gone and I wasn't there in time.
J and B touched my computer while I was at the funeral. Why can't they just leave things as they are? I can't believe this. I'm going to get back there and everything on my side of the room is going to be moved. I hate that. I need stability.
Grandma, I miss you..I love you..