Reality Sucks Balls.

Reality isn't gay, no, that would be a compliment on Reality's behalf. Reality is just stupid. Reality sucks balls.

I hope it chokes.

My papaw died Monday and I missed Tuesday of school, I went on Wednesday, and missed Thursday and today. Everyone's been so nice. Everyone's praying, and its a very nice thing. Harry's been here for me, but not all the way. Last Saturday, I got to hang out with him while we were in the City. It was nice, feeling him beside me again. LDR= Difficult.

I made his grades drop. He has a D- because of me. It's not like he's stupid, he's just easily distracted by his lady. ["I'm sorry I'm so distracting and clingy." "It's not your fault." "Yes it is" ''NO! Shut up! I love you. Who wouldn't be distracted by you?"]

I'm not sure how I'm handling Papaw's death. It was expected and half-way longed for (he had Cancer), but it doesn't make it any less painful. It doesn't help that I'm getting Harry in trouble for talking to me when I need him. It also doesn't help that we got in a fight last night. But when we fight, its over very soon.

I'm such a good girlfriend because EVEN THOUGH I was mad, and EVEN THOUGH I had homework of my own to do and EVEN THOUGH I was sad from the funeral, I still peer-edited his paper. Because I'm such a loving person.

Funeral time.
Yuck.

~Ginny