Doing The Right Thing

Sucks...
I tried to do the right thing today && came home after hanging out with my friend instead of going off to find something else to preoccupy my time. && what do I get?? Stress. I come home to be pissed off by the cabbie && irked by my sister when I walked in && she's on her way out in my effin jacket. The exact jacket I had planned to wear to the store to get my freakin ice cream. Now I'm home with no food && nothing to do. Should've went && got my nails done or something.

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Death is a very funny thing. Well not ha ha funny but stranger than fiction funny. I just found out that my step grandfather has cancer and apparently 6 month tops to live. Now when I first heard this my reaction was kinda um non existent, but just a minute ago my father poked his head into my room to remind me. This time I felt a twinge of some sort of emotion. I'm gonna take a stab in the dark && say it was sadness. It's possible that by the time I start college or my sister turns 20 the man that me & my mom had made fun of one too many times could be....gone. My grandmother, all though I don't know her very well, will be left alone. *sigh* I don't know how to feel right now. I feel guilty since I'm not feeling utter sadness. I feel like death brings forth a group of people that are looking for forgiveness. You know the ones that weren't there for you when things were good/bad but now that you're dying wanna come and act like they care so much. My dad wanted me to call and share my condolences but I don't know why I would if I never called for the holidays and they never sent cards on birthdays. Don't get me wrong, I feel bad for him but I don't know what to say to him.