As I lie here in my childhood bed, in my childhood room, waiting for sleep to take me...I'm thinking of how much has changed. In my life, certainly, and in life in general. I'm not the person I was. Many of us aren't. Things change you...some for good, some for bad. And I can't say it was worth it. That if it hadn't happened, I wouldn't be who I am now. I don't want to be who I am now. I want to be better. Some things just have no reason.
Went to visit my grandparents yesterday. I want to cry. Already exhausted from the worries, the sicknesses. Anxiety. Driving. Hospitals. Elevators. He was sleeping...not alert, not who I know him to be. So small, so old.
I'm too tired write any more.
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