Journal: Who'dve thunk?
-------------------------------------------Mood: Empty
A few months ago I wrote a journal entry about the funeral for my aunt, and cousin. Double funeral, they died in the same week. In the entry I speculated, jokingly, that I bet 50 dollars that my mother would be the next one to go. Last week she died. Yesterday I put her remains to rest. I have no aunts, uncles, or father. My grandparents on both sides are dead. The last person who will love me unconditionally, just died. At the age of 31, I am alone. This is no emo claim. This is no The Cure induced, morbid self-attention claim. When one is beaten, and I mean just gets the shit hammered out of them by life, where do they go to lick their wounds? They go home. I just had the shit kicked out of me by life. And, I'm left with nowhere to go and lick my wounds. No safe haven. This is the saddest music in the world.
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