She is my grandfather's last surviving sibling. Her death will usher him out with her.
My mother's first husband just died. He was also my father's best friend.
It's killing both of them.
My mother is sick. And keeps getting bad news. I worry that she's going to get cancer and die too.
And there's nothing I can do because I am working so much.
I'm working so much because I need the money.
I'm behind on everything.
I keep spreading myself thinner and thinner just to keep up appearances. I wonder when I'm going to break.
This has been the worst year ever and it's not even winter yet. It's going to get colder and darker and more lonely for me, and how selfish is it that I'm so concerned about how I feel about everything?
Fuck.
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