(warning: will be some cussing)
I was at a funeral yesterday.
And I'm completely unable to focus at work and shit.
I haven't had a good night's sleep for a while now.
Last two nights, I've been tossing and turning a lot, dreaming too much to be fully rested once I wake up.
And the two nights before that were without sleep over all. Which means I went 3 days without getting some fucking sleep.
Since I found out that my granpa passed away, I didn't cry at all.
And I think there might be more on the fucking way.
The slightest push in the wrong direction will probably make me a crying mess again.
My supervisor said I could have a "computer"-day, as we call it.
Luckily, she's understanding.
It seems as if I have these periods of time that I become a depressed mess or something.
Granpa wasn't the best person. He got enemies, but he also got friends.
He had feuds with people, but doesn't everyone?
But it was too early.
He had just met the love of his life a year earlier.
He was 67.
I don't think he even knew that I had moved out.
I guess I just needed to get this shit off my chest.