You know how in my last rant i said my dad came back to see his sick parents my grandparents????
Well thismorning my grandfather died....
I live in penrith and they live in newcastle, two hour drive to go and be with my nan and the rest of the family.
My sister gave me a lift cos i am afraid to drive and never got my licence other than motorbike licence.
About 200 meters from my nans house my sister had to make a u turn to get in the driveway at the right angle,,, and t boned a 4 wheel drive landcrooser spun out and ran the car up a meter high embankment, (we were very nearly virticle i thought we were gona flip) bothe cars were totaled and we had to wait an hour and a half for the police to show up, the tow truck beat them. Luckely no one was hurt acsept a small graze on my elbow from hitting the door handle as we jerked to a stop.
HOW MUCH MORE AM I SUPPOSED TO TAKE BEFORE IM ALLOWED TO BECOME A MANIC DEPRESSIVE, ANTISOCIAL CONSPIRICY THEORIST WHO BELIEVES THE WORLD IS OUT TO GET ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I can understand one or two of these things happening to a person but all of them at once is just getting to be too much.
The funeral is on tuseday, lets hope i live to attend.
Depresedly
Alicia