The world has completely pissed me off right now. Like what the f*ck is going on?
I feel like a pariah. In addition to Poppa Bunny's stroke last week, my brother came home two days later for a funeral. My mother's best friend's father died a week to the day from Poppa Bunny. What are we, cursed to know and love? (Obviously I know this is not the case. But it feel like it.)
Oh? And that day that Poppa Bunny passed? One of Bunny's cousins said that ten people at his work lost someone close to them on the same day.
It's just too damn much. It needs to stop and go away and for the world to just be quiet and nice to us for awhile.
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