For New Year's I wished on a star. Cliche and more than likely completely useless But I went outside Picked the brightest one And wished with everything in me. Though I laughed with skepticism Though I mumbled to myself and rolled my eyes Something in me still hopes Still waits. I'll wait for you until it's impossible to wait any longer. On a plus side, I had a wonderful new year's party with wonderful friends. Completely unrelated comes the issue that will haunt my week, in which I will be more than likely having to deal with a great amount of my fears. I'll be going to Barstow on Wednesday and coming back Friday. Once again my grandmother is in the hospital, and everyone seems hushed and skeptic about how long she has. So I will be more than likely saying goodbye to her, coming to terms with this, and that will be hard for me. For years I've been dreading the deterioration of her health. For years I have been fearing another confrontation with my father. He will know that I'm coming. More than likely my /step/ grandmother will try to somehow make us 'bond.' This is of course shoving years of abandonment and rejection right into my face. But I realized that I can't let him get to me. I have to grow a pair, for the lack of better words, because this is a test. This an expectation of how strong I need to be to get through this. I'm not the shy and awkward little girl he made me out to be. He needs to see that I'm a woman now. He needs to see that my life would be better without him in it. No matter how much I try to psyche myself out for this, though, it's not going to be easy, or smooth. I'm not ready, but at the same time, I don't think I'm ever going to be. Current Mood: blank
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