Hard

The end of this year is one of the hardest times I've ever had. I though GT was bad, but this...

I cried on my birthday. Again. I'm pretty sure this was the only year it was expected and a bit mandatory. The first year I had a birthday without my mom was bound to suck AIDS balls, but I never thought I'd have lost her less than three weeks before it. IT HASN'T BEEN A MONTH YET.

My grandma called me. "Happy Birthday. That is today, right?"

That and people still asking me about my mom's things, like anybody has any claim to anything. I don't know why everyone cares so damn much about knowing what I'm doing with everything.

I hate most people.

I think today would be a good day to hit up the bereavement counselors at the hospice mom was at. And Edible Arrangements for some chocolate dipped fruit.

*sigh*