So I was planning to move today to be closer to where my sister lives, but yesterday when my sister was driving up to help me move, she got a horrible call from her boyfriend in chicago that his father was found dead in his car on the side of the road in a ditch....of course she had to go be with him.....there's no doubt in that.....but now I have this feeling of sorrow and pain that I can't quite describe....Part me wishes nothing had happened at al, then it says damn and on the weekend I was going to move.....but how can I think something like that.....his father is dead, he's my sister's boyfriend, he's my friend.....part of me just wishes it had happen to someone else....and part of me wishes that I could be there for them both....I'm fuckin angry about all this.....I just wanna go outside and scream at the top of my lungs and yell out the word fuck, fuck, fuck this shit......it's not fuckin fair.....I'm so fuckin pissed off....Her boyfriend Ben is only a few months older then me, and now he's lost a parent....how fucked is that....Damnit damnit damint....
I'm out
