Mood: Blah Listening to: "Apologize" by One Republic
A copuple of weekends ago me and my family went to my dad's aunt's funeral. I don't really remember her because that side of my dad's family didn't keep in touch.
Anywho, why do funerals make you feel guilty. Well I know why but souldn't you remember the good times? All I could think about for past funerals was what I did wrong. You know all of the trouble I caused them. *sighs* It's just so sad. *shrugs* This one wasn't so bad because I didn't know her. The bad thing was, that it was held in the same place as my first breakdown. I mean almost fainting, tears, snot. The works. And I couldn't remember a single happy memory. Until I got through the denial that she was in fact where ever you go when you die.
Actually I think that she is the reason I gave up trying to believe in 'God'. She loved 'God'. Everything was a sin. Then she died and all I could do was blame her God.
And just when I was starting to slowly get in touch with him, a friend of mine commited suicide. It was really really bad.
I think I better stop writing. I am about to cry.
Talk to my peeps later. ~
-NinjaBunnyQueen- · Wed Sep 12, 2007 @ 05:11pm · 0 Comments |