My grandma died last night. Out of respect for the few family members I actually care about, this is all I will say about the matter, but rest assured I am a very angry, confused girl right now. I processed the news by jump roping vigorously off and on from 11pm to 1:30am and spitting a very vitriolic rant in Henry’s face, who was nice enough to stay up way past his bedtime for me, even after a weekend full of bratty outbursts and break-ups.

I felt I should at least say something on here about it, since many of you have been so nice and caring regarding my Grandma and the whole saga that has unraveled over the last few years.

This has ripped the scab right off my precariously-compounded Pappap wound. There are not enough pictures of Jonny Craig in the world to get me through this one.