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Name: Sarah Kaye
Country: United States
State: Kentucky
Metro: Lexington
Birthday: 5/12/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: My cats, horror movies, Harlequin/Silhouette romance books, and The Little Mermaid.
Expertise: being me : )
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
2/15/2005
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| My grandmother is almost gone. It's killing me, but I know she's ready. We all hate to see her suffer this way. I love her... | | |
| Remember that thing that was never supposed to happen with a guy? Well, my shit hit the fan at about 6:00 this morning! Rough shit...rough shit... | | |
| Mamaw says she ready to go. She said that that Papaw is waiting for her and God is holding her hand. But she's waiting. I'm not sure why...maybe because my Aunt Sheila is coming from Texas. I don't know. But we all know that she's ready. She's having kidney and liver failure, and congestive heart failure. Now we just wait...it won't be too much longer. She told everyone to give her a hug and tell her goodbye last night. My dad and Paula came down, too. I came home to get a few hours of sleep and shower, then Helen and I are heading back down. But she's ready...we only have to make ourselves ready now... | | |
| He says we have to adjust to our new relationship? We don't have a new one! We don't have anything! I really want to be friends with him, really, I do, but the thing about that is that it would hurt. Maybe not eventually, but right now it still hurts like a bitch--a big bitch. Friends are supposed to share everything--even when it doesn't hurt so much, I won't be able to hear about his new girls and shit like that. So exactly what kind of friend is that? A distant one, I guess...but I don't want to be distant, either. So, why the fuck do people even fall in love? Where the hell does that get you? Sorry...in an angry mood today. When I went to the hospital last night, my grandmother was pretty comatose. They say her kidneys and liver are shutting down and she's going into congestive heart failure. I hate watching her die, but I still go to visit...because I know that I didn't get to say goodbye to my mom, and it feels like shit when you don't get to. But it's hard. Everyone is crowded into that one tiny room. We're all holding our breath and...waiting. We can't do anything, the doctors can't do anything...all we can do is wait...and watch. And it sucks...that's the only way to describe it. It just sucks. When she goes, I'll have pretty much...nothing. My last link...gone...I can't handle all of this shit right now. I must've done something extremely bad to have to put up with this past week... | | |
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