sick.

I feel sick to my stomach.

I know it was the right decision and I know I really shouldn't feel bad for making that decision because I'm so much more happier and focused... But knowing that he's hurting...

I guess I still care? I wish I didn't..

I know... I know.


I think I'm just emotionally exhausted.. I can barely make myself feel a little for my Grandfather's passing.. Which essentially hurts even more.


It feels like badgers are blindly clawing their way around my digestive system... nervous and doubtful..