I’m applying for jobs on Subway.com and mom comes up next to me and shows me a picture of me from prom. Hair blonde and all done up. Then she shows me one picture and I burst into tears. It’s a picture I’d never seen. And one that made me cry harder than I’ve cried all day, which was pretty hard considering mom had just basically called me the ugliest thing she’s ever seen. But besides that. She saw the look in my eyes and hugged me. I hadn’t seen my grandma in years, and there she was, exactly how I remember her. I hated that. She shouldn’t look like that. She shouldn’t have been hit by Robert Wickland, drunk fuck. She should still be bumpin her hip hop from her tricked out Expedition. I miss her so much right now I can’t even see straight.
I’m going to dreamland to see her again tonight.
Goodnight.. I suppose.
