so yeah, my uncle has cancer. and my best friend's dad has cancer, he thinks. more tests for him later this month so keep your fingers crossed for good news. our news isn't so good, the prognosis for my uncle sounds very grim: no possibility of curing it, the best the docs hope for is to make him comfortable. fuck. I won't see him again before he dies, because I can't bear to go home to deal with everyone else. I hate that, because he was always so awesome to me. but I just can't...

fuck cancer. fuck good people getting sick while bad people just keep living their twisted lives. fuck having such a heavy, broken heart today :(

I hate this feeling, this funk that I get in where I'm bored with everything, sick of everyone and just want to scream to shake things up. It never ends well...