Never, ever, ever tell someone “I need to talk to you about something” if it has to wait more than five minutes to be talked about. I think my head is going to fall off and my heart is going to come out of my chest. I don’t want anymore bad news. I don’t want to have a serious, dire conversation. I have had enough bad news in the last few months, thank you.

Last night, when I got home from my marathon school day (11:15 to 8:30, woo!), I found out that my grandmother’s best friend Elaine is dying. Cancer. For all I know, she could have passed in the four hours I was at work. A couple months earlier, I found out my friend Liane from high school died. Before that, during the summer, I found out that my Grandpa Wish passed. (I can’t find that post for some reason. UGH.) Plus, yesterday was the three year anniversary of my miscarriage. To top it off, I made a stupid post earlier today admitting my old battle with self-injury.

My nerves are fucked right now.