I have returned. I am in one piece, and my friendship with Tyler is seemingly strained. Let us see what the week brings. Daddy and I bonded, I may be moving back home in the coming months. Bleh. Life is not currently satisfying me.
I am proud of myself, even though I am an emotional cancer, I did not cry at the sight of my grandma being unable to move, or swallow. She didn't even know who I was, or even who my father was, it was heartbreaking, but I did not cry. I didn't even shed a tear, I am okay. I am well. I remember her as a spunky eighty year old woman, with dark (fake) brown hair, telling me stories about my dad, bossing me around, "goddamn" ing everything. She was a typical grandmother in that she baked, and knit, but she swore constantly, spoke too loudly, and was too harsh. I love her, she was a lovely lady.
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