When the End comes.
I know no one reads my lil blog. I often wonder what my Funeral will be like. What if any kind words will be spoken about me. How many of the people there will be happy and over joyed that I am dead. How many of those will finally say what they really felt about me. How many if all the fake people we meet will show up. I watched a few people who were at my Mother's. It felt like it was the fakest thing. My Sister organized it and it felt so disrespectful. Not even my Grandma went. Lisa only wanted to spend the bare minimum on it. Knowing how Lisa felt for our mother it shouldn't surprise anyone. I know I don't want anyone from my Family to be there.
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