ok. the protest was great.

the back march was great.

well until the cops fucked it up and decided to hit people that weren't doing anything wrong and a riot broke out. at least i left early but i feel like a traitor for leaving before the "action" started at the union district. went all the way TO the union district and then left.

hmm i dunno. it was worth it though. my nose is red from wearing a bandana all day yesterday.

i am sad. i hate talking about death.

Death is depressing. Expecially funerals. You're looking at a someone that you knew but they're dead and their cheeks are sagging back into their skulls and you expect them to wake up cause they're just lying there.

I remember 2 years ago when my great grandma died, we saw her a few days before she passed, it was horrible, but she was alive and a week later i saw her lying in a casket

And then there's Nadine, the biggest reason i feel so guilty. She was the sweetest cafeteria lady that ever worked at an elementary school. she died of cancer before i got to visit her after i went to middle school. i had no idea she had cancer. i knew both her and her husband who was a crossing guard and he had died before her. it's been eating me alive that i never got to say goodbye.

oh boy, and even better. My friend John has leukimia and i missed the bone marrow drive.

And my grandma is feeling better, but her hip still hurts and she's feeling not as good as she used to.

great way to end an entry, eh? With death.

"Depression's got a hold of me, depression is gonna kill me" --Black Flag

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