OK, yes, I went on Sunday, to a graveyard, and I was hopelessly depressed. There was someone who died at 14 months. 😦 .
Then my mom said that I shouldn’t spend money on her grave.
Now that almost made me bawl.
But, I was standing on a coffin.
Don’t disrespect me. The grave was broken anyway.
I saw a grave and it had bird poo all over it!
When I went home, I had a really sore hand, so I couldn’t type (nor blog!) I just crashed in my moms bed and watched a movie on her laptop (the TV was in use)
Ok, I have to go and watch the other movie (the sequel to the first one I saw).
Byebyebye! 🍩🍩🍩🍩🍩🍩🍩🍩🍩🍩🍩🍩🍩


Author: bloggerofthebloggish

I am a girl from England, who likes to blog. I suffer from lightheadedness and stomach cramps, and I have an anxiety disorder. Bloggish has been running for over 3 years, and it is the place where I vent or just talk about my life. I usually post about once or twice a month, so don't expect much from me. Chaio! (This is not misspelled on purpose, I actually thought that's how ciao was spelt, so you will have to live with that, don't worry, I'm a grammar nazi too ;) ) ~bloggerofthebloggish :)

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