I went to see me Grandfather today. He doesn't look so good. He is stronger, but he still has a lot of problems. It hurt to see him so dependant on Grandma and all those machines.

Well, my family went out to eat (all but him of course) and discussed options and all. So much is changing. Its hard to handle.

Then when I got home, jsut a couple of minutes ago, our house was vandalised. Someone threw something right through my little brothers window. I'm used to eggs and stinkbombs, since we are not really the most popular people in town, but it has never been anything dangerous like broken glass flying around you in bed.

Well, after the police are done doing thier reports, I think I am going to curl up somewhere and try hard not to think for a while. I'm sick of this.