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Hospice

My mom is so mean. I can understand it. These times are hard. My friends are there for me, but they say the dumbest shit, and they piss me off, and I'm so mean.

Papa is going to be put in the care of hospice. This should make me feel a little bit relieved; because, they are going to be accommodating to his needs, and it won't be all left up to me. They see what I see; It's time. It's hard no matter what.

Damn, I feel terrible. There really is nothing that could improve this gloomy mood. I don’t really think I expected anything to be able to; But, I did hope. I was thinking that maybe if I found the perfect medium of expression, everything would seamlessly fall into place. I haven’t found it, I doubt it exists. The closest I can come to perfect, is prayer.
That, and making sure that I don't have anything to look back on and think, "I really wish I had.....". Delaying results in an uncertainty which I do not welcome.

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