I’ve made the executive decision that when my grandma goes I’m going too. I got nothing here for me. My grandma has stage 2 breast cancer and the doctors are saying that it’s getting worse instead of better. My grandpa has Parkinson’s disease and can’t say my name anymore. He is on feeding tube and unconscious as of Saturday. I feel like everyone hates me. I have no purpose on this forsaken rock. Everyday is a new challenge and makes me want to stick some iron in my mouth more and more. I’m tired. The only thing I have going for me is my weight loss. I was 250 pounds and I’m now 198 but it doesn’t matter cause I’m 5’6 so no girls like me at all. Two weeks ago a girl told me she loved me and hugged me and then tdy she posted on her insta story her with some other dude in his car. Every day is a new struggle. No reason to keep moving. I’d rather quit while I’m ahead. But I don’t want my grandparents to see the damage. So I’ll go when my grandma goes. Try to convince me it’s a bad idea.