… Not the best day, I’ll say. Over the night, my grandpa died. Loved him so much more than I’ll ever be able to express. He was an artist like me. But at least I’m not wilting yet. I don’t really experience… Grief, like most people do. I’m not sad, or even empty. But when I’m overthinking things in the middle of the night I’ll probably cry until I can’t anymore. GOD I loved him I’m more worried about my mom, honestly. And my sister. They were both probably more close to him than I was, but still— not the best outcome I could think of. I didn’t even get to be there when he passed. I love all of you, alright? It’s more important to me than ever that you understand that. Goodbye, and maybe tommorow can hold something better for me.
