I'm going to hell. My grandpa died today. They don't really know how it happened, but he had been sick for a really long time, and today he just died. I don't really know what to write about it... it feels so wrong to do so. So, guess I'm moving on.

I really wish I could have seen him though. I don't know when the last time I got to see him was... it was before he got really suck. It bothers me that I never really got to say goodbye. Not seeing him was, for me, one of those things that you know you'll regret later on, but you just don't feel that you can be bothered to do it at that moment. I am horrible.