My last grandparent remains in the hospital. She no longer has any function of anything below her neck. With only one child left in New York who obviously doesn't care about her, she is now left with no one. I wake up everyday thinking the same thing will happen to me....either that or it already has...

My grandma will remain in intensive care until the day she dies. I still don't understand why people can't just be put out of their misery. Especially when they are completely willing...now ain't life a bitch...

I find turning eighteen has made little impact to me. In fact I spent my birthday watching Harry Potter and then getting sick and puking up my meds. It wasn't at all what I had expected a eighteenth birthday should be...

The only people who called to congrats me on my legal independence were those who were related to me and my friend Jared. WOW...

I fell asleep holding my now empty bottle of Parrot Bay thinking about what I have left to live for.....and it doesn't seem like much. People keep telling me that my grandma's attempt to end her life is selfish, and yet can THEY not see that they are the ones who are being selfish. How can they expect someone who has nothing left to live for to want to keep living. All they are doing is extending the time she in pain...

Happy Birthday to me.....