Word Count: ~300 words
Time: N/A minutes
Genre: Nonfiction
Date: 8/24/17 (Thurs.)
33. Monsters
Morning, 7:30 am: I don't know what to write. Everything in my life has been so hectic and crazy that I can't even think anymore. All I know is that my life is in ruins right now. Dad's only getting worse, and the situation is turning my mom into a monster, and my mom doesn't know it. All I see now are monsters. It seems that monsters make the world go 'round, and it just so happens that monsters will be the only things I can ever turn to now.
Afternoon, 1:00 pm: Just had my car fully serviced (it took nearly 5 hours). Then we headed back home, had some lunch, and will go back out for my dad's doctor visit. Hope things are gonna go all right, but from the way things have been going on for the past several days, I doubt it'll be good. Hope for the best, but expect the worst, and all that jazz.
Afternoon, 5:00 pm: Mom and I accompanied dad to follow-up doctor's visit at the primary care, then went to another quick care place for a second blood test for my dad, then went to Jollibee to get chicken, and then we ate at home. They're watching TV right now, and all seems okay, but I can't seem to shake the fear that everything's gonna come apart again. I can only think of bad thoughts, never good thoughts. Don't know why. Again, hope for the best, but expect the worst, and all that jazz.
THE END
(To be continued...)
A/N: Yet another entry decrying the state of my family life; it's sorta become a broken record, but that's what my life has become—a broken record.
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