I feel so broken. I feel like Atlas trying to hold up the sky, but the sky is so confused it’s trying to be the sea and sky at once. I miss my friend. I miss my grandmother. I can’t even hear them anymore. I can’t go through watching another family member lose themselves to yet another disease. Dementia, Alzheimer’s, who cares they all suck so much. It’s like I’m reliving how it was with my grandmother all over again and I can’t. Why do I have to be the one? I’m not even the oldest. It’s not fair on me. It’s not fair on our dad. It’s not fair.
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