Let this be a lesson to you: anytime you leave your phone, you will get a voicemail and somebody will have died.
This time, it’s my grandpa. And I know everybody has to go through this sometime, but I just can’t. I’ve grieved all I can grieve. I am still grieving. I have no more grieving left to give. This time I’ll feel nothing.
I’m supposed to get 3 days off work for a death in the family, but I can’t. I can’t not do work. I don’t have the time to not do work. I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to fucking do anymore.
