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Took a quiz today and just look. I knew it :)
Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while adults might just accept that, I know something's gotta change. And it's gonna change, just as soon as I become an adult and get some power of my own.
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And my rant. I remembered what it was. While purging my soul last night with Ian and Shelle, I stumbled across something I had put away and not dealt with.
When I was 7, my Bampi (grandad) passed away. He was the greatest guy in the world, waay better than my father IMO. We used to spend summer holidays at their house in Cardigan, and he would let us play in his store rooms, buy us silly toys and generally play around and be great - lots of stuff my dad didnt do. Nan and Bampi were on their way to see us, to stay overnight. We had gone to bed and they were expected to arrive overnight, so we would wake up and they would be there. Well, when we woke up - they werent there. Bampi had suffered a heart attack in his van he was driving and had passed away.
My parents wouldnt allow me to go to the funeral. I therefore hold them responsible for screwing up my life somewhat, as they wouldnt let me say goodbye to my favouritest person in the world, wouldnt let me grieve properly. If I remember rightly, my Dad did even go! That bugs me even now. Part of me is glad my parents have moved to France to live - cos every time I saw them I get annoyed about stuff. Damn their eyes!
I'm getting choked up writing about this sat at my desk at work. Its one of those things that I put away all the time and try not to think about it and frankly I think thats wrong. I need to deal with my shit and not close it away.
I need to create a list of things I have put away and not dealt with, and then deal with them one at a time until I am better person. Well, different maybe. Maybe not even different - just not so fucked up :)
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