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Well, the visit from my family is almost definitely not happening. My paternal grandma died early this morning from cancer. Everyone always says that, but it's not exactly true. The cancerous cells themselves don't actually kill the person, but whatever, it amounts to the same thing.

Now I have the happy task of contacting the dean of students and telling him this, possibly dropping out of school all together. It would probably be for the best, and yet, even though I pretty much hate school, I hate the fact of quitting outright. I'm a contradictory creature like that.

I haven't taken my pill yet. I don't know if that's making things worse or better. I figure not being able to feel for awhile might take the edge off. I don't think it's working.