Not sure if this will help,
but I'm feeling down and I need to get this off my chest...
hopefully this will help.

My grandmother is sick. Yes, she is eighty-five. Yes, her health has been really shitty for the last few years.

But now, its coming to the end. No more suffering. No more pain. No more tears and heartache.

For her at least.

But that is a good thing. She doesn't have to lay in pain, and not be able to tell us whats wrong with her. She doesn't need to worry about us.

I'm scared, so scared. I don't know what to do really. What to say... I'm a mess.

Yes, I will put up my mask. Yes, I will fake all my smiles. Yes, I will hide my hurt to the best of my abilities... Just to let my family worry about things more important than my tears of pitiful sorrow.

Now that I am rambling here, I'm going to end this journal.

To all of those who comment positively, I thank you in advance, for I will not answer, although I will read them all. And for those who do not, get off my FA immediately.



If I do not return, forgive me.