Death

My father is apparently actually dying.

I should care. I should be sad.

I'm not.

I'm crying right now because I'm pissed off. I shouldn't have to hear why my mom isn't here and why my grandmother's car is here from my mother's boyfriend. She should have been the one to tell me, but I come home to an empty house.

I really don't want to go to work today because I'm just going to end up pissed off more than I already am.