Early Friday morning (4/4/14) my Grandpa Doc lost a long battle with cancer. He fought long and hard until he couldn’t anymore.
When my boyfriend Nick was very young, his mother died of cancer. From March 2011 to June 2011, my boyfriend (Nick) and I watched cancer take Nick’s dad.
I think cancer needs to lose and I’m fighting back. Please help.
I’m crying because: I’m sad and angry and scared and upset and annoyed.
I feel alone but I don’t want to be around anyone.
I’m thinking horrible thoughts about myself, which I never ever do.
I feel like I a five year old having a temper tantrum.
But the worst part of it all is I don’t fucking know why.
Im in rare form tonight and I really don’t like it.
What. The fuck. Is wrong with me?
Right so im walking home and I see this guy rolling a cigarette under a streetlamp and when he clicked his lighter THE FUCKING STREETLIGHT WENT OUT
I stopped in my tracks and stared at this guy who looks up at me then to his lighter and hes as surprised as me then he takes his thumb off the trigger and THE STREETLIGHT TURNS BACK ON
HE GAVE THE MOST SURPRISED LOOK OF ANYONE EVER AND THEN SHOUTED “LATER MUGGLES” AND FUCKING RAN OFF
AM I DREAMING
(Source: thisismarshal, via cheetahgirl69420)