The reason why I have been so inactive lately is that my father died last week. And I'm only 15 years old. Shit.
My grandmother died only six days before him. Perfect.
Here people say that bad things never come alone. That's the truth, even tough I dislike it very much. These days, all of them, have been terrible. I haven't hardly cried. Why? It isn't going to help with anything.
I don't know what to do.
Well, hope you are all ok, I don't wanna trouble you with my problems.
Kisses and hugs for everyone.
AND CARRY ON!