Ok, so I know that not many people read my journal, but at this point Im willing to try anything.
Has anyone ever noticed that bad things happen when good shit has finally come into place?
Pete and I are moving in together, sometime in july, he has bought a house, it's all in his name, but Ill be helping pay for everything. We are just taking a safety preaution on this one. Just in case living together dosent work, but how it wont work? Ive no idea. Since we have lived together on and off for the last 6 months.
But here I am, all happy and stuff, when WHAM! I call my mom on mothers day and boom! She tells me that the night before she had had a mild stoke! and didnt call me cuz she had not wanted to WORRY ME! She also forbid me to go home! WTF is that?
One of my bestest friends is getting married friday, so Im going home for the wedding, so Ill see her then, but that's not the point, what if it's the last time I see her alive? Cuz that's how it went down with my grandfather. He had a mild one, then 2 weeks later BAM on christmas day, he died. So hence my paranoia!
blah...ive no idea what else to babbel about!