Life isn't fair.

Ali going through one of those horrible spells.
You know those ones where you get all restless and stuff.
And I'm like "Well, shit. Of course, it's something I can't help her with."
Just another one of those joys of having a BFF over twenty hours away.
I'm too far away to kidnap her.
Too far away to go shopping for an afternoon.
Too far away to just drag her out of the house for a couple of hours.

And I really don't like that.
It's so unfair.
Of course, life isn't fair.
Is it?.
No, it's diffinately not fair.
If it was I wouldn't be going to a memorial service(Furneral) this afternoon.
So yeah.

It's 10:28 AM.
The service is at one.
My stomach is growling but I don't feel like eating.
I've been up only an hour or so.
Mom thinks she has the flu.
I really, really hope she doesn't.
My brother came by with a couple of movies, so me and mom will probably curl up in her room and watch them.
The tears didn't come last night.
Which means I'll probably be bawling my eyes out at the service.

I wish I knew someone to cheer Ali up.
But all the ways I can think of involve me being there for her.
Like literally there.
Not like there as in there to support her.
But like literally there as in like there in vancouver.
Cause like I'm always there for her, I'm just not always literally there for her.



Wow, that was....confusing.
Anyways,



XOXO,
Dollface.