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Trigger warning: death.
Fuck. An online friend disappeared a year ago and I had been hoping she just ghosted me... but I was afraid she died.
Now I found out she really died. Still doesn’t feel real. I don't know if I want to know details and just to think that it's a make-believe death.
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Nightmare under the cut.
I got continuation of my “my lil bro died and I buried him” nightmare.
Now it turned out he was still alive and I had to dig him out. I dug in the spot where I thought he was buried and kept finding gifts that were bought in advance for him, but we did not have the chance to give.
Oh and even better, in my dream he was still a baby. Because fuck you, that’s why.
My mom just called, my Grandpa died just few minutes ago. I was just on my way to the hospital, but I was too late. He died after Grandma got there. Rest in peace, Snufkin. Thank you for everything.
Tomorrow is my last full day in the US until late December.
THANKS GRANDPA. But like really, I think I just kind of want to play Sims and lounge around or just watch a bunch of movies. Oh! I know what I'll do! I'll start the day out with a movie (probably one from Netflix). Then I'll get up and shower. I'll follow that by reading a bunch of comics and taking notes on cheap places to eat thanks to some reading material my mom got me in June. I'll finish the night off with my favourite movie. And also tumblr. Can't forget tumblr.
