It is currently 11:13pm and I am lying in the ancient floral sheets of a bed in one of the many spare rooms in my grandparents house. I am staying overnight to be with my Junie, my grandfather Jackie is back in hospital after falling and hitting his head, and since he isn't here and my grandmother doesn't need looking after the carers have been given New Year off to go to London, therefore I'm staying with her in the massive empty house because I adore the ground she walks on. I'm here as a distraction for her. I can tell how upset she is, she has been on and off for months, feeling helpless as he refuses to eat or move anymore.
I undertand.
I'm definately not going to sleep as the house creeps my out and I have a ridiculous amount of work to do. I'm going to write my English coursework and then I'm going to mark a few Biology papers.
I was just thinking, I hope new year will be better than the last one. I know it won't be. I wished for the same thing last year. I know some time in 2012 someone is going to die.
I know.
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