My grandpa? Yeah, he’s fu cking dead. Gone from this world. We’ll never meet again in this lifetime. And what did they do with his body? The fu cking burned it. Cremated it. They didn’t even let me see him just one last time. One last time. They didn’t even take a picture. I want him back so badly. So badly that I’m considering looking into resurrection spells. Sure, he annoyed me sometimes, but he acted as the father that I should’ve had.
He wasn’t supposed to die this soon. We were supposed to watch all of Supernatural together. We were all supposed to move to the country. He was supposed to teach me to drive. He was always supposed to be there. He was never supposed to die.
And my mom’s being a grade A bi tch. She’s been using me as a punching bag this entire time. She believes that her grief is worse than mine because she knew him for 47 years. She told me as much. It’s her father, so her grief matters more. She’s being an ass hole. Oh, and I’m just supposed to accept this assholery because it’s part of the grieving process. She just yelled at us for no good reason, then called us back to apologize. Then, when my brother left, she got mad that I was mad about being treated like trash and passive aggressively said “goodnight, circle” as she told me to leave. She just wants to be left alone right now. And I’m somehow inconsiderate because she’s sleepy. Like bi tch, you’re the one who wanted to watch 8 episodes of The Good Place in a row, nonstop.
So fu ck her. She can run to her friends and cry to them and go out with them as I just sit here and cry to myself, because I’m allowed to cry, just not too hard or else she’ll yell at me to “stop the histrionics” and threaten to take me to the hospital.
I’m so fu cking pissed. I’m hallucinating now, just nonsensical voices, except for the one that says to run. That one might be onto something.
So anyway, if anyone knows any resurrection spells, then please enlighten me.
