My grandma's now so ill she can't eat. She was taken into hospital yesterday for tests. None of us thought she'd come out. We didn't think she'd be able to make it through the day. She did though.
I was reading a newspaper article about the meaning of life according to different philosophers. One of them said that you should ask yourself the question, "Why don't I kill myself?" I've actually asked myself this question lots of times. I realised early this morning that I don't have an answer any more.
I've just got home from my 4th driving test, which I failed again.
I've never in my life felt the way I'm feeling right now.
I dont think I'm going to come out of it.
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