You know....Since I was small I have been a friend to death. I have watched many, many family members die, many were in my immediate family, none of that second cousin, third cousin stuff, or family of that nature. No, it was always close to home. Not only family, but family friends that I grew up with, who watched me grow, one I even lived with. Granted when I was young I am not surprised I was not told much about those who were sick, because I might not have understood it. But that was one death out of the rest I have had to deal with.
Recently I found out my Nana is sick. She doesn't live in the state I reside. She lives down south. But you know what that is all I know about that is going on currently. And I have to hear bits and pieces of information in passing. And it doesn't make much of a coherent picture. And you know what...I am a fucking adult, so why am I not being told these things? Why am I the one always left out of the loop? It's not that I don't ask about things once I catch wind of it, I get brushed off. I am treated like a child, like I can't handle what is going on. And I am sick of it all. I deserve to know what is going on with family. I deserve to know why I am standing at their fucking coffins and urns!
I am tired of the run around. Terrible as it may sound I am starting not to even give a damn any more. I've dealt with this bullshit since I was 8 years old. And I still never fully knew what happened to those who had died. I am just done.
Mood: Pissed Off
Reading: H.P Lovecraft
Watching: Animal Planet
Playing: Castlevania Lords of Shadow