I discovered some pretty heavy stuff in this entry. It doesn't end on the light haha note as some of the others do. But I've been feeling melancholy lately, so I think this is appropriate.
"I finally finished Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter at about one this morning. I found it coincendental that he married Aunt Julia then after eight years they divorce and he marries his cousin. His cousin of all people. I found that ringing a bell or two (of the future?).
Today we left Indiana. I cried almost all day. When I hugged my grandma she whispered that she loved me in my ear and I kissed my dear old grandpa goodbye. I was able to put flowers on my daddy's grave and I couldn't stop crying then. I wanted so badly for my mom to put her arm around me, but she didn't. I cried myself to sleep in the van until Edinborough, where a shopping mall that mom likes is at, then we ate and I took some really strong headache medicine. I slept some more, woke up again when we stopped to go to the bathroom and eat at a Bob Evans. I asked my mom why we leave Indiana and never stay very long. We had a good conversation in which both of us tried to force ourselves not to cry. Mom said she feels like an outsider at her parents' home, how I wouldn't understand, how her life isn't fair because no one understands."
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