I stayed at my grandparents apartment (they live in an assisted living facility) last night to watch over my grandmother because my granddad is in the hospital with pneumonia.
I don’t think I have been this drained from all aspects in a long time. Everyone is okay and being taken care of, but I never never want to get old.
So Mike the dad informed me that he’s getting his tattoo for Norah. You can hardly support yourself and you haven’t helped with Norah at all but you can get a damn tattoo? Wtf honestly. Your priorities are way off. You call yourself a dad? I really know how to pick them.
Don’t ever fight with Lisbeth Salander. Her attitude towards the rest of the world is that if someone threatens her with a gun, she’ll get a bigger gun.
Sometimes things die to let others grow. Sometimes it’s better to move on than to cling to hope. Sometimes you outgrow where you are planted.
This is that sometime.