Dear Lauren,

My great grandmother had a stroke recently. I was assured she was fine and wasn't going to die, but now I'm being told we're probably going to end up going to her funeral next weekend.

I know I'm supposed to feel sad, but it's hard to feel any emotion. It's like the only way I can process it is like that girl in my Spanish class who used really dark humor where her great grandmother died. I can already imagine the conversation I'll have tomorrow.

"Hey, how was your weekend?"

"Well, I completely neglected my homework, got sick to the point where I'll cough nonstop for minutes at a time, I'm freezing to death, and my abuelita is expected to die any minute now. How was yours?"

The tears are probably going to come any minute now, and I'll have to create another journal entry because I've already published this one to process, but honestly? The biggest problem I have right now is finding out how to take the gross looking medicine my dad got me. I haven't even tasted it yet, but I already know it's going to be one of the most disgusting things I've tasted since my allergy medicine.

Sometimes it feels like I'm dealing with so many petty problems like having to go to school tomorrow and listen to my friend make fun of my chapped lips all day (it's not my fault I couldn't find any chapstick) that I don't have room in my mind to take a moment and think about it.

I just want to go to sleep for a long time and not have to think about any of this. Something bad would have to happen after getting school canceled today.