So today is my Grandpa Olson's birthday, he passed away when I was around four and I still miss him. I don't remember much about him, like key things: how he smelled, his voice or what he looked like when he smiled. But I do remember that one time when I was little, my grandpa was playing the organ and I went over and hit a few keys. Usually this would make my grandpa upset, but he just kept playing and let me sit there and hit random keys. This and me singing "I Love You" from Barney to him at his wake. These are the only memories I have of him, but yet... I miss him. Happy Birthday Grandpa Olson. R.I.P <3
So I don't understand why when one moment I'm happy and then something is said and my mood crashes... why does the person that said something have to ask what's wrong. I hate it and that's honestly why I say "nothing". I wont tell someone what's wrong when THEY SHOULD KNOW 'cause its their fault. Everyone who really knows me knows that my self esteem is incredibly low. So this and my family are things that just hit below the belt on me and that's where I got hit today. I made a simple joke saying that I was pretty, and then he said "haha, no your not". Yeah, I'm done. I just want to lock myself in my room till I have work on Sunday.
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