And the news keeps getting worse. I know a lot of people will think I'm selfish. How can I think of myself when my grandma is in the hospital. Will be for a while.
Sometimes it just gets to the point that you can't deal with the little things at all because of all the big things.
I got a call on my way to the airport. One of my best friends at work is leaving, going to a competitor. To join the other that left.
After I hung up I couldn't help loosing it. My mom asked what was wrong. I told her but felt terrible. Here she is, taking care of her mom who is not doing well. Just slightly better. And there I was crying because of work.
But it wasn't just work. It was everything. It all just hit me. The brief moment when I thought my grandma was gone earlier today. The boy being too selfish to want to hang out with me this week. My parents' dog. So many other things. My friend leaving was just the final straw.
So here I sit again in the airport crying, begging for strangers to stare at me. And I just don't give a damn.