022 · 3:53pm Oct 30th, 2021
Well, it's over. She passed last night. I have nothing much to lose anymore soooo, I guess I'll spend the rest of my time writing.
Hey, readers! I'm a reader and a writer. That's how I see myself, at least. I love to read and I love to write. It's always been a part of me. I've been writing stories since before I can remember.
Well, it's over. She passed last night. I have nothing much to lose anymore soooo, I guess I'll spend the rest of my time writing.
Held her hand while she coughed. I meant to kiss her, but it seemed cruel to kiss with such little window for reprieve. It seems the further I write the more I feel I have to be honest and the less the words come.
Just lost a whole chapter to Fimfiction so... no more chapter for awhile. I guess I'll go see Linda.
So today I'm gonna talk about the future. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm still pretty down, but I'm getting over it. But really, what choice do I have? You can't dwell on one thing forever or you won't accomplish anything in your life. In about 2 months I'm moving out of state. But really, what choice do I have? You can't dwell on one thing forever or you won't accomplish anything in your life. In about a month I'm moving out of state. I got a new job offer there. Nothing too glamorous. I
Man, just got back from the grocery store. I had to get it today since it's my day off. Picked up the best things too! Apples, bananas, oranges, peaches, plums, pears, watermelons, cherries... I think I spent more money than I should have, but screw it right? It's all shit that Linda likes so I don't care. Smoothies!
I saw Linda, she told me that she had a feeling that this would happen and that she didn't plan to go through with treatments... The doctors said that she was a strong person and would probably live a long life after her treatment, but she knew that deep down inside that she wouldn't. She asked me to make sure her grave was clean. Jesus. I promised her I would. After that, we just... held each other. Fuck life.
I don't know why I keep writing it, most people hate my writing. The ones who are supposed to love it are dead. I think... I think I'm just writing it all down so I can get it off my chest, because carrying all this around would be too overwhelming. It's still pretty overwhelming to me as it is, but at least through writing, I can sort out my thoughts a little better. Makes it easier to deal with. Maybe I just want to get all of this out of my head. Most of this stuff I never tell anyone, I
Linda will be having a funeral for her husband before she passes. I told her I'd attend to show my respects. I just can't believe it. It's all so surreal, the fact that in the hospital, in the same town as his funeral, that Linda will soon pass just floors below me. The last few days have been pretty difficult with regard to updates because I've been struggling with writer's block, even though at this point there isn't much left to write.
Okay, so the job offer I got wasn't exactly what I thought it was. I'm supposed to be a driver for some guy in town who makes money taking bets on g- ... err, gaming tournaments. I don't really know much about that stuff, but I'm sure it pays well. I just have to wait around all day for him to get ready before we leave, then drop him off at his house after we're done. Shouldn't take more than a few hours.
Well, this is new. I've got an offer of some work. Sounds easy enough too. I just have to be a driver for some people coming into town next week. Doesn't pay much, but it's something. I've also been offered some help with my search for a job. Seems that Brenda, the nurse that used to take care of Jim before he died, has offered to help me out. Says she knows I'm a good guy and wouldn't mind helping me out, doesn't know anyone who is hiring right now but said she would keep her ears open. Not