A busy and fucked up week if I may say so myself. My grandfather died at 7:11pm Thursday August 13th and now my family is fussing and crying and fighting and all a hot mess. I never imagined the numbness I would feel. The hurt and the empty. I miss him already. RIP 1927-2015. The only thing I have left to look forward to is my trip to the beach next weekend. Santa Monica or bust. I need to get away from it all if just for a bit.
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