She's comming at the end of January. I kinda said that I'd go.
She told me that she was going to pick up my grandpa and that he really wanted to see me. I couldn't do that to him, he a great guy and has always been around. So she asked "Will we be seeing you too?" I said yeah.
That also means that I have to spend the nigth in our house in Kissimmee. I hate it. I hate that place. It brings so much back, so much that I've been pushing away just trying to forget. A couple of months ago when we saw her I walked into the house for about five minutes. I was so mad, walking in and seeing everything exactly where its supposed to be, I just wanted to trash it. Then I walked into my room, and I felt sick. Everything in there had a memory attached to it. I'm so glad that we weren't staying there then. but this time we are.
So yeah, of course a month before and I'm already worried.
Sorry, just kinda ranting.