Deep shit follows in this blog
Don't say sorry, I never understood what you were sorry for.
Anyway, go ahead.
Well, today marks the sixth year since my mom died of cancer.
It feels weird.
As if back then I thought I'd never be happy again.
But life goes on I guess.
Which is good, cuz life truly has gone on.
Looking back I've matured so much.
It was near the end of 6th grade.
I knew she had cancer.
I knew she probably wouldn't live.
Though I always had hope.
Till the day before she died.
My dad sat my brother and I down on the couch.
Told us she probably wouldn't live the next day.
They were taking her off life support.
There was a slim chance she would live.
But by then, I pretty much knew she wouldn't.
The next day came.
My dad drove us home from school
(which he never does)
None of us cried.
We got the rest of the week off of school.
People were over every day.
We played with nerf guns with our older cousins.
The end of the week was the funeral.
Kids in my class knew her.
They were crying, and staring at me and my brother not crying.
I guess it confused them.
But we cried enough.
The mass sucked.
Just a bunch of family members crying.
They took the casket away.
My dad waved goodbye.
Heh...
Well, we spread her ashes at a garden.
And life moved on.
The next year at school was awkward.
People were kinda nicer to me.
I guess I didn't mind.
They didn't know how to act.
Well, I grew up.
My dad remaired.
She's cool.
More of a friend than a parent.
But that's good enough.
I've gotten corrupted to enjoy hentai.
(Yay for weird friends!)
I swear now.
(I was a goodie-two-shoes back then)
I'm not as shy.
It just feels like I wouldn't have matured as much if this didn't happen.
So it's strange.
I'm not happy she died.
But I'm sure she would love to see that I've actually matured.
(Cuz honestly, I don't know if I would have)
And I always like to tell myself that she's watching over us.
Though really, there's no way of knowing.
Anyway, I'm not religous anymore.
Not very at least.
I guess I believe in God.
And I want to believe in life after death.
But I just don't know.
Anyway, yeah.
I'm out.
Thanks for listening if you did.
Here's a song
[yt]C6QsIRxtszA[/yt]
Peace!
Don't say sorry, I never understood what you were sorry for.
Anyway, go ahead.
Well, today marks the sixth year since my mom died of cancer.
It feels weird.
As if back then I thought I'd never be happy again.
But life goes on I guess.
Which is good, cuz life truly has gone on.
Looking back I've matured so much.
It was near the end of 6th grade.
I knew she had cancer.
I knew she probably wouldn't live.
Though I always had hope.
Till the day before she died.
My dad sat my brother and I down on the couch.
Told us she probably wouldn't live the next day.
They were taking her off life support.
There was a slim chance she would live.
But by then, I pretty much knew she wouldn't.
The next day came.
My dad drove us home from school
(which he never does)
None of us cried.
We got the rest of the week off of school.
People were over every day.
We played with nerf guns with our older cousins.
The end of the week was the funeral.
Kids in my class knew her.
They were crying, and staring at me and my brother not crying.
I guess it confused them.
But we cried enough.
The mass sucked.
Just a bunch of family members crying.
They took the casket away.
My dad waved goodbye.
Heh...
Well, we spread her ashes at a garden.
And life moved on.
The next year at school was awkward.
People were kinda nicer to me.
I guess I didn't mind.
They didn't know how to act.
Well, I grew up.
My dad remaired.
She's cool.
More of a friend than a parent.
But that's good enough.
I've gotten corrupted to enjoy hentai.
(Yay for weird friends!)
I swear now.
(I was a goodie-two-shoes back then)
I'm not as shy.
It just feels like I wouldn't have matured as much if this didn't happen.
So it's strange.
I'm not happy she died.
But I'm sure she would love to see that I've actually matured.
(Cuz honestly, I don't know if I would have)
And I always like to tell myself that she's watching over us.
Though really, there's no way of knowing.
Anyway, I'm not religous anymore.
Not very at least.
I guess I believe in God.
And I want to believe in life after death.
But I just don't know.
Anyway, yeah.
I'm out.
Thanks for listening if you did.
Here's a song
[yt]C6QsIRxtszA[/yt]
Peace!
