funerals are real health harzard.

anyway.

the hospital visits. the hysterics. the nights up. the talking. the crying. the lamenting. the chantings. the people. the white shirts and long black pants. the arguements.

the watever it may be.
it's all over now.
just liddat.

i'm feeling numb.
and i dun wanna talk.

i'm not in the mood for anything. but i have got my responsibilties to carry out.
i guess i need some more time alone.

sigh.

should really get my mum a tape recorder.
always loved.