I wonder if there is a point
where you've cried for so long
that your body no longer contains tears.
I guess that's why I'm so dehydrated now.
I've cried all of last night after finding out the news
and all of this afternoon.
School was a bitch, and holding in my tears was very difficult.
My stepgrandmother passed away last night
and I found out at 10:00 exactly.
I feel the most pain for my dad
because his mom died when he was in first grade
and his dad remarried when he was 13
and when I was in second grade his dad passed away.
When I was in 6th grade my uncle passed away,
and now all my dad has left is his younger sister.
His stepmom was the only person there for him growing up
and now she's gone.
Every time he closes a door,
or I call and he doesn't answer,
I wonder if I'm going to open the door
and he's going to be lying on the floor dead.
The funny thing about life is that you can predict the birth of a baby,
and you can estimate the common age range to die in,
but everything is purely up to chance.
One moment you could be stressing about a math test,
and the next you could be dead in a car crash.
Life is a mystery,
but I'm just trying to make the most of it.