Walcott Weekend

Wow. This weekend is going to SUCK. Hard.

I'm not going to go to the drama play because I just can't see them together. It hurts too much.

First there's Prom, which is going to be even harder than I thought. I just hope I can go and get it over with. I hate how everyone acts as though everything is normal, as though I'm not being hurt. I'm just glad that I think I've managed to avoid at least the most awkward situation as far as pictures go.

Then I can't go to any after parties(which I'm not really that concerned about because I'm tired of having to try to fake it with all these people who don't actually care about me) because I have to go home and get to sleep so we can get up early and for to Elk Grove for my uncle's funeral. It's going to kill my mom. My grandpa will most likely go too soon because he's really sick and he needs surgery but can't afford it. Caring for Charlie gave him a reason to live and now he's gone. He was paralyzed years before I was born so I never really knew him, it always kind of made me uncomfortable. But I think it'll still be hard for me because everyone would always talk about how hilarious and great he was and hearing all those stories will make me realize how much I never got to know or experience.

Then my aunt and uncle are finally getting divorced but they'll both be there so that will be awkward. UGH. Pretty much the only good thing about this weekend is that it will get me two days closer to graduating and getting the hell out of here.

"Don't you wanna get out of Cape Cod, outta Cape Cod tonight?"

Yes. Yes, please.