Day 28 & 29.

Day 28.

Eh, had to come early. Everyone kept arguing over the project. We are like a reality show and some of us just watched the rest of the group argue. Ahaha. Trolled. LOL. I don't remember what else happened at work besides me constantly complaining that I wanted to go home. Oh, we went to eat Chinese food at lunch. Mmmm. So cheap and yummy. After work, took the bart by myself for the first time. Funny how I ended up in Oakland. LOL. Found my way back to SF and mom picked me up at Balboa Park Station. Went out SJ and went to Ed's house. Cute doggy but when she jumps on me, she's so heavy that she makes me thighs hurt so much. Ahahha. Went out to dinner. Pretty funny and chill. Cute. Went back to the house to eat desert and do magic tricks. Pretty fun. Then went back home and was faced with a whole lot of arguing. UGH.

Day 29.

Woke up this morning with my mom coming in my room, which rarely happens so I knew something was up. She told me she couldn't sleep the whole night. I went to get ready and my mom and grandma were talking about taking my grandpa to the hospital. Now my grandpa is the kind of guy who won't admit that he's in pain. If he's in a tremendous amount of pain, he'll say it's only a little. He always makes it better than it is. So this morning when he gave in and said he should be taken to the emergency room, we knew something was wrong. He couldn't move at all so my mom had to call 911. So much crap is happening, first her not being able to sleep cause of all the arguing and tears, then grandpa has to be taken to the ER. Everything is just crap right now. I had to leave for work, but while on the bus, i saw the ambulance coming and I knew it was for my grandpa.

I don't know, we see ambulances all the time but when you know where they're going and who they're taking, it just stings a bit. Went to work and did whatever. Went home and ate dinner. Mom and grandma went to visit grandpa at the hospital. He's getting kind of.. i don't know. Something's going on with his brain. Then my mom had a talk with me about everything. I tried to be strong for her. Held back tears the whole time and just tried to be strong because everything single other thing is crumbling. A lot of the time, I just wanted her to leave so I would be able to cry. I can't do this. I'm not that strong. I can't be the one solid thing the family can hold on to. Now I know how it feels to have to be strong no matter how much you want to break. Thanks for always being my 'rock', mom. Now I guess it's my turn.

But I'm not that strong.